You said, “Why you dress like that, you a man?”
Funny, your dad didn’t flinch when I unzipped with one hand.
Your mom picked the lace, your dad lit the blunt,
I showed up in drag, they both pulled a stunt.
Don’t come at me with that “fah got” rage,
While your straight-edge folks put *me* on stage.
They like their nights loud, with smoke in the air,
That ain’t skunks outside — that’s me in their chair.
Your mom rides high, your dad goes low,
While I’m countin’ their moans in a lavender glow.
You scream about gender, call me confused,
But your whole damn house is smellin’ like abuse.
You smell that? That’s me.
In your kitchen, your sheets, your family tree.
You talk big ‘bout bein’ a man,
But your parents know exactly who I am.
Lipstick, lungs full, drag in control —
I own that house like I signed the damn scroll.
You hate the gloss, hate the heels, hate the way I talk,
But your daddy be the first one to unbuckle and gawk.
Your mom says, “Stay,” while you bark and cry,
She likes the way I stroke — *her ego*, don’t lie.
We blow tree ‘til the walls get hazy,
Your parents? Suburb clean. Now filthy and crazy.
They beg with eyes while I load that bowl,
Your family’s wholesome mask? I swallowed it whole.
Don’t preach to me 'bout bein' a man,
You’re threatened ‘cause I do what you never can.
You chase respect, I pull desire,
And I leave your folks in sweat and fire.
Your mom said I move like sin.
Your dad said, “Do it again.”
You think this is about lipstick?
Boy… this is about *power.*
Yeah, I’m a man — in heels, in control,
And your parents keep comin’ like it’s pay-per-role.
You smell smoke? That’s our Sunday prayer,
And baby, I’m the god they summoned in drag and hair.
So call me a slur while you spit and deflect —
But I’m the one your whole bloodline regrets.
Lipstick sharp, lungs full of flame,
Say my name next time you feel shame.
*“You mad at my lipstick?
Your parents were too—’til they tasted it.”*
CoronaKageTv
