We’re leaving you – It’s over it’s done

We’ve had enough of the lies you’ve spun 

The party has ended you pushed us too far

You came and took all the things that was ours

 

Our spaces, our history, now even the kids

You say we owe you this for all the things that you did 

Like gettin us our rights some long ago night

 

 When police and the gays had a civil rights fight  

A brick was thrown…but by who?

Nobody knows…and certainly not you.

It wasn’t by Marsha coz he said so himself

 

Go watch the video, and educate yourself 

If it’s a hero you wanna make from that night

Look no further than the brown butch dyke

 

It was Stormé who’s words inspired

As she was carried away by the police that day. 

“Isn’t anyone going to do anything?”

Is what they heard her say. Words still true today.

 

As we are pushed out of spaces we helped build and create 

Told we aren’t welcome because we’re so full of hate. 

Our rallies are protested, dating apps over run

Even Stonewall says we don’t belong

 

A genital fetish is what they say we have, 

Coz we refuse to mess with the genitals of a man. 

“Just try it once – you might like it!” they say

We’ve heard this all before, same shit, new day.

 

“It’s just trauma that makes you not fancy them”.

“Na mate Its coz we’re lesbian. 

We like our own kind, real she/hers, not a man in disguise 

Our goals aren’t the same; our wants don’t align

 

LGB’s about attraction TQ+ is all in your mind

We are not the same tribe 

We want to be treated like everyone else 

You want to be treated like someone else

 

We got forced teamed with you, and I’m not sure why

I guess we were feeling kind, when you jumped on our back for a free ride

Well it’s not been free for us 

We’ve been struggling and working our arse off

 

Tryin to get acceptance, which we just about had 

Then you woke up and started acting mad

With your wild claims and your attempt to bulldoze anyone that stands in your way 

Demanding everyone deny the truth, and capitulate to you

 

You say our fights the same, well, it’s absolutely not 

I don’t need pronouns, or a binder, or medications 

I don’t need to cut bits off, or sew bits on

And I don’t compel speech

 

I just need to accept me for me,

A woman who loves women 

And hope society does the same, which it almost did 

But you want facts to change

 

You want bears to not shit in the woods

You want water to not be wet 

It’s you yourself that you can’t accept 

We are not in the same boat

 

So see and cope or don’t 

Just know we are leaving you and there’s nothing you can do 

Lesbians are divorcing the TQ