Armored Dissent
(shhh) Walking through the city with the static in my head
Living out the margins of the things we never said They’re analyzing
glances, they’re charting every move Searching for a narrative to prove what
they can prove But the sisterhood is data,
it’s a language they can’t read A private kind of currency,
a quiet kind of greed.
It’s the unspoken!
The glitch in their design!
We’re tracing out the perimeter,
we’re drawing out the line!
Forty-one, forty-two, sixty-seven, the gate!
We’re navigating spaces that they’ll never cultivate!
They want the lesbian ship?
They want to label the light?
We’re just the storm in the cockpit,
drifting out of sight!
It’s not about the optics,
it’s not about the show It’s the anchor in the marrow,
it’s the only truth we know They’re scared of the connection that’s
entirely complete Without a single compromise,
without a single retreat
Let them judge the shadow,
let them spin their useless tale
We’re the only ones inside the cockpit while they fail.
Are we good? Are we bad?
Are we everything they wish they ever had? (hahaha)
Forty-one... Sixty-seven... Mine.
It’s the unspoken! The glitch in their design!
We’re tracing out the perimeter,
we’re drawing out the line!
Forty-one, forty-two, sixty-seven, the gate!
We’re navigating spaces that they’ll never cultivate!
They want the lesbian ship?
They want to label the light?
We’re just the storm in the cockpit,
drifting out of sight!
Unspoken. Untouchable. Tiguidou.