Clocked

The first time I got clocked by a transphobe in public he called me a faggot and threw a beer bottle at me from his car, I thought I was pretty lucky,

You see they call it getting clocked because once they spot you your lifes timer starts running quick tick tok,
We'll either die by a bigots knife or whatever bullshit those doctors talked

Our only sin being our glowing difference,
I can feel it in my grandmas every begging insistence that I be as she thought I should be,
A strong proud man flowing with success,
But nani I was never meant to live to that kind of excess,
I'm a gentle woman cloaked in fear,
Running from your god who is always to near,
So I hide in the night's arms that hold me close,
Till I get clocked by a bigot who wants to see me scream,
I kept running from his mouth so black and obscene
I don't know when this will end.
When I'm clocked by a cops gun cocked against my head,
My sister screaming a name thats been 3 years dead,

Praying to god that we can stay safe at least in our beds
But even our beds are a battleground or someone's wet dream,
A place where we're dehumanized and demeaned,
A fantasy or a target to be shot,
Only remembered when our holy bodies are finally laid down to rot