Queer Core

Queer Core By QueenEarth They call me something My ancestors never woulda claimed “Nigga” “Queer” It’s not the same When you’re raised for a world that don’t exist No amount of experience Can prepare you for this, They scare you for this With tales of “back in my day” But we don’t run And we don’t hide I hope we have a future to say the same With global warming and missile soarings The curve is soaring up to the sky And i just Stay home and dig in the dirt like my granddaddy Back in his time Maybe nothing’s changed Whether or not they get me They too 90° for my 360° I’m too blue collar for their gentry Clap your hands if you’re with me If they cock they head on your entry Queer to the Core What you writing for? Queer to the Core Who you fighting for? Stone Butch Blues Womanism Feminism Suffrage Ta Nehisi Coates Dropping knowledge in my syllabus They try to pit me against me The core of the constitution written not to fit me Send me agenda Conspiracies Fact checking triggering Asking me to split my soul And weigh the worst of suffering Reparations Segregation Stonewall uncoverings And lies was told Now a statistic missing from your interest list We play in the blind space where you can’t see Making music in your bell curve X to your Y How you draw lines with out me? Maybe nothings’ changed Whether or not they get me I’m too shiny for the ashy I ain’t even tryn The glitter it just finds me If you gone put me in the story Let me define me Queer to the Core What you writing for? Queer to the Core Who you fighting for? Words hold power Labels Stories as well So what you gonna spell? With Black girl Magic In your coattails Griots in you blood Chalk lines Hip hop disco Black Moses West like San Francisco Come up for the Kinfolk Miss me with the ”Oh wells” Promises and wishing wells Diggin deep enough to flood the street We make our own pails Bootstraps Underneath the table Pay my Black tax Call in Queer Sick day on my period Redlines And no call backs LLC imperative Got a coat rack full o’ hats Which one I’m wearing when you call You wonder how I got it And since you not the plug You gon pay me if you want it I take it off when the phone clicks Knowledge Charge you for the game Taken from my ancestors Unapologetically Maybe nothings changed Still they won’t silence me But they use me in their marketing What? Queer to the Core What you writing for? Queer to the Core Who you fighting for?