You won’t remember me, you were more wasted than I was
Somehow I remember you though
You gave me that, are you gonna fuck with me?, look
After you came out of the toilet stall, and we collided at the basins
Having trouble standing, leaning, looking
I wore sneakers and you wore six-inch stilettos
I had just finished throwing up, you were applying lipstick
Both trying to pretend we were alright
I tried smiling, so did you
You had a penis you said, so which toilet do you choose?
You’d stood outside for ages, waiting for everyone to leave
Last time you used the mens, they raped and beat you
Even though they had penis’s too
You couldn’t walk or talk for weeks
I nodded, I understood, but I couldn’t explain
I complimented you on your dress and the legs I wished I had
Then you wobbled off, and so did I
I didn’t get to say
That ignorance raped you and ignorance beat you
It does that
But that I admired your courage and strength
To be who you are, still
To be that dude in the dress
And not give a flying fuck
kpm ©