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freedeedpoll.org.uk
05:11
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Don't ask me what my real name is - I already told you it once,
and I'm planning on burning my birth certificate because it don't describe me like it once did.
And it's hard to get away myself
when Paypal keeps reminding me of this hell I felt at 19,
repressed and cold and just living from the routine.
I hope I'll always have the strength to be who I deserve to be.
And I promise I'll always live this life for me.
It's hard to be yourself with a name given by someone else.
It's the weight, the expectation, the stupid fucking gendered connotations that come back over and over again, every time I heard that name in my head.
Just want to be proud of something.
It's top of the hierarchy of needs - to self-actualise and finally be me.
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Wet Specimen
04:54
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When I die I know a piece of me will live on as a database entry in an Amazon server.
A capitalist impression of my wants and desires entombed by currents flowing through silicon.
An element of a training set to better advertise to the hot single transsexuals in your area.
Outlived by a caricature that only resembles me from the outside looking in.
A collection of notes on my past performances is how you construct this self.
It's kept within minds, in company hard drive and sold on the trading floor.
Identities sorted into different check boxes or sometimes I'd prefer not to say.
These technologies of surveillance flatten reality, it gives other selves away.
Hold on to yourself or you'll be something else.
Burn my body, they will not gender me.
Delete me from my history, I won't be seen
by an ever watching public dissecting plurality.
To know one self is to murder another.
Hold on to yourself or you'll be something else.
Hold on to yourself or they'll take and take and take to sell you right back.
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What's even left for there to say
when all our words get taken away
to be misconstrued, dissected and spat back.
Possibilities limited through tact.
What's even left for there to say
when we're all stuck with the routine pain.
Desensitised to try and get through.
It's hard to find comfort in the words we use.
When it's all said and done
and it can't be said enough
When you can see the energy runs all the way through me
if you've got something to say, say it like you mean it.
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Fucked up Nasty Man
04:34
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It's the same old guy that's rotting every single town
with warnings scrawled on the inside of bathroom stalls.
He's in your friend group, your workplace, your scene
ruining everything he touches, til the whole city is unclean.
Walking up to the club alone (fucked up nasty man)
Grabbing hips to push on through (fucked up nasty man)
Giving girls free bumps of coke (fucked up nasty man)
to take advantage if you get them home (fucked up nasty man)
It's the same old guy that's rotting a brand new town
Proselytising misogyny.
You won't get rid of your toxicity because there's no redemption without accountability.
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