Andrea Gibson - Your Life

From the album 'HEY GALAXY' (2018), Pre order here: tndr.lv/2wo11Hh
Lyrics:
Your Life
It isn’t that you don’t like boys.
It’s that you only like boys you want to be:
David, with his jaw carved
out of the side of a cliff.
Malcolm, who doesn’t have secrets,
just stories he owes no one.
Chris, the basketball hero with a tic,
blinks fifteen times when he makes a shot.
You spend hours blinking in the mirror, pretending
you’re a star like him.
Mary Levine calls you a dyke
and you don’t have the language to tell her she is wrong
and right. You just show up to her house promising to paint your fingernails red
with what will gush from her busted face
if she ever says it again.
You’re in the 7th grade. You don’t even know you want a girlfriend.
You still believe too much in the people who believe in Jesus
to even feel that desire through its hell threat.
You just want to kick your desk on the way to the principal’s office,
slouch in detention, want to cut your hair and spit
out whatever you don’t want in your mouth,
your own name even, skirting around the truth.
You don’t yet know the boys
are building their confidence on stolen land,
but you do worry the girls might be occupied
with things you will never understand,
won’t ever ever be good at.
You take one pretty step and feel like you’re pouring bubbles
into your own bloodbath. You don’t want a soft death.
You want a hard life
that is your life.
Your life in the locker room that doesn’t stop demanding
you keep your eyes on the floor.
Your life at the prom where you'll run home
in a snowstorm, chucking your last pair of heels in a snow bank,
realizing you are the only boy
you ever wanted to tear your dress off for.
Your life the first Christmas you spend alone. The years you learn
to build your family out of scratch.
Your life the first time someone drags you
from a restroom by the collar of your coat.
Your life every time airport security screams,
Pink or blue? Pink or blue? trying to figure out
what machine setting to run you through.
Choosing your life
and how that made you into someone
who now often finds it easy
to explain your gender by saying you are happiest
on the road, when you’re not here or there, but in-between,
that yellow line coming down the center of it all
like a goddamn sunbeam.
Your name is not a song you will sing under your breath.
Your pronouns haven’t even been invented yet.
You’re going to shave your head and drive through Texas.
You’re going to kill your own god so you can fall in love for the first time.
They’re going to keep telling you your heartbeat is a preexisting condition.
They’re going to keep telling you you are crime of nature.
You’re going to look at all of your options and choose conviction.
Choose to carve your own heart out of the side of a cliff.
Choose to spend your whole life telling secrets you owe no one
to everyone, until there isn't anyone who can insult you
by calling you what you are:
You holy blinking star.
You highway streak of light
falling over and over for your hard life,
your perfect life,
your sweet and beautiful life.
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[@oneshin]

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[@AceAlyx]

This was beautiful

[@nathanwoods5669]

Lyrics please? I am Hard of Hearing and there are no captions.

[@TheAlvinsis]

It isn't that you don't like boys,
its that you only like boys you want to be
David, with his jaw carved out of the side of a cliff
Malcolm, who doesn't have secrets, just stories he owes no one
Chris, the basketball hero with the tick
Blinks fifteen times when he makes a shot
You spend hours blinking in the mirror pretending you're a star like him
Mary Levine calls you a dyke and
you don't have the language to tell her she's wrong
and right
So you just show up to her house promising to paint your fingernails red
with what will gush from her busted face if she ever says it again
You're in the seventh grade
You don't even know you want a girlfriend
You still believe too much in the people who believe in Jesus
to even feel that desire through its hell threat
You just want to kick your desk
on the way to the principal's office
Slouch in detention
Want to cut your hair and spit out
what ever you don't want in your mouth
Your own name even
Skirting around the truth
You don't yet know that boys
are building their confidence on stolen land
But you do worry that girls
might be occupied with things
you will never understand
won't ever ever be good at
you take one pretty step and
feel like you're pouring bubbles
into your own blood bath
You don't want a soft death
You want a hard life that is your life
that is your life
Your life
in the locker room that doesn't stop demanding
you keep your eyes on the floor
Your life
At the prom where you'll run home in a snowstorm
chucking your last pair of heels in a snow bank
realizing you are the only boy you ever wanted to tear your dress off for.
Your life
The first christmas you spend alone
The years you learn to build your family out of scratch
Your life
When someone drags you from a restroom by the collar of your coat
Your life
Every time airport security screams pink or blue, pink or blue
trying to figure out what machine setting to run you through
Choosing Your life
And how that made you into someone who now often finds it easy
to explain your gender by saying you are happiest on the road
when you're not here or there
but in between
the yellow line running down the center of it all like a goddamn sunbeam
Your name is not a song you will sing under your breath
Your pronouns haven't even been invented yet
You're gonna shave your head and drive through texas
You're gonna kill your own god so you can fall in love for the first time
They're gonna keep telling you your heartbeat is a preexisting condition
They're gonna keep telling you you are a crime of nature
And you're gonna look at all your options and choose conviction
choose to carve your own heart out of the side of a cliff
choose to spend your whole life telling secrets you owe no one
to everyone
Till there isn't anyone who can insult you by calling you what you are
you holy blinking star
you highway streak of light
falling over and over
for your hard life
your perfect life
your sweet and beautiful life

[@marissawinchester6798]

I am non binary (gender fluid) and my sister showed me this poem..I love it so much