My eyes turned into stars When I showed the moon my scars And she didn’t judge me For one beat I thought the thought of being free That no one could ever condemn my fragile being by my appearance My peace freed of interference My mirror would show a Starry night I could end this neverending endless fight And my gender would matter no more I could love without being a whore I’d be the universes jubilant „I’m queer, right here!“ I’d chant