After reading this.
And a heated Twitter rant here.
Came the following:
And Still I Rise: The Queer Version
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like sluts, I fuck.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got Beyonce chilling in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like Rihanna gets high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?
Are you into BDSM?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Are you seeking a sub?
Don’t you take it awful hard,
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got Gaga sashaying in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
You may try to read me,
But still, like Lindsay Lohan, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got the fountain of Youth at the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise I’m a vast ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling
Leyomi dropping and sashaying,
I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise
So don’t be a bitch, dear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the closeted and queer.
And I can’t say I’m shocked but sometimes, I still marvel at society’s ignorance.
This is one of those times.