Gone Fishing

An uncommon sense

Close to abandonment

Learning, discerning

The difference between do or die

Each step taken away from

A place of hopelessness

Takes me closer

To building another kind of family nest

There is no inclusion for those stigmatized

Nobody close to us can recognize

Only exclusion for us out there

Only delusion and fuss and despair

An uncommon sense, ooh

So beautifully dressed, ooh

In a moment of realness, ooh

I fear I could be fearless, ooh

Destitute, out on my own

I had to run this far from home

The children of the damaged and unkind

My new friends are like-minded

It's a mechanism  of surviving this

The children of God, the children of LaBeija

Found a place to express my soul

Won't go on in the shadows' hold

So, I'm going to the ball to get my prize

Expensive things are the cheapest thrill

No such thing as overkill

We will live on? The children of LaBeija?

There is no inclusion for those stigmatized

Nobody close to us can recognize

Only exclusion for us out there

Only delusion and fuss and despair

If Paris is burning

Then just let it burn

The youth are very discerning

Till you tear them apart

You can't stop the children

It's easy to mock

This form of survival instinct

Why should I stop?

An uncommon sense, ooh

So beautifully dressed, ooh

My mother's mistake, ooh

My father's heartbreak, ooh

Young bird to the flightless, ooh

Become birds of paradise, ooh

In the practice of realness, ooh

Feels so surreal