I start with just one word–pride.
Just one word before the Fall,
one word that is about the
the sin that leads to all.
And then I remember that this one
word has another side, the head
of the coin and not the tails.
About dignity and standing up,
feeling tall, when others want to make
us small, in a world where some
think it’s okay to say whatever the fuck
they want and bring us down
to the ground with the snake that
felll and never got up again.
We are not with the snake, fuck no, we are
with the birds, flying high, leaving all the
narrow minded cunts behind, and swooping
over the scene and squawking loudly
that we have pride and nothing is gonna
make us fall to the level of the snake again.
Disclaimer: By the way, we actually think that
snakes are okay, and are not cursed beasts.
Snakes can fly too. We believe they once did.