Bones

When the men of the future dig up my grave

They’ll find the bones of a girl who didn’t behave

The bones of a woman whose own life she saved

The bones of a girl who found ways to be brave

When the queers of tomorrow meet with my ghost

They’ll know that she wandered from coast to coast

Searching for those who would love her the most

All while being battered from pillar to post

They’ll say she was looking for peace and for joy

That she wasted her youth acting like a boy

Throttled and rattled like she was a toy

All for the crime of wanting to enjoy

A life formed from pieces she had to remake

All because her birth had made an honest mistake

And while there were those who called that life fake

Despite jeers and jabs, they never could break

The spirit of this girl who never behaved

Of this woman who found a way to be saved

A woman who figured out how to be brave

That’s what they’ll find when they dig up my grave