How can we give lesser worth
To those Queens who gave us birth?
How can we dare to pay them less,
Yet load them up with extra stress?
How can we their bodies chide,
Expecting to be let inside?
How can we their beauty doubt
And shush their voices with our clout?
When at last will we all see
That there’s but one humanity?
Man or woman, trans or cis
We can do better than this.