Lets hold eachother's hands lock our fingers, and seperate when we breathe slow the wolves will chase as we laugh when we see in their eyes that they're friends trying to follow
Lets tear eachother's skin from the muscle then well seperate it from the bone the blood will run down our chins as it fills up our mouths and passed down our throats
youre my family, steven and ronnie, i wish i knew your laughs and to which beliefs you held fast but your gone and to this day silence equils death. when your blood speaks does it speak to you like mine speaks to me? a quarter center of Quintero history
What are the parts of me chisled away by white hierarchy? So much damage done, to body to mind almost no stone left unturned. You are my family, we never met because of straight patriarchy. So much left unsaid. This silence is sacred as the wolves howl in my head, like they said:
Kissing doesnt kill and silence equils death. Ill say it again becuase us queers forget.
We grew these roots out so long ago "never forever" scratched into gravestones whispered history made the unknown, known. These hallowed grounds can be both our homes