Trans Porn Starring in Your Wet Dreams

To the top 10 states
That search for trans porn
Ripe with patriotism and redneck rage
Dripping with the blood of hate crimes:

You only see us as a tab on PornHub
Not full-fleshed human beings
You only know us
From the clickbait headlines you read
That make all the blood
Rush to your, well, heads

You see us on the streets
Fill your thoughts with filthy fantasies
Get off on us before we even speak

You want to keep us
In the shadows
So that you can have
Your way with us in the dark

I hope you can learn to control
Your tongues and libidos
Your fingers that itch behind keyboards
Restless with irresistible lust

Before you quickly click out
And wipe your browser history
Delete your faceless Grindr profiles
Scrub spotless your back seats
So you can take your kids to church

God knows that DL men will kill us
To keep their shameful secrets
And claim trans panic
To defend their crimes of passion

It’s not a sin to be attracted to us
The real abomination is that you can’t
Be honest with yourselves

We’re sick of starring in your wet dreams
Just a nighttime fantasy
Only real on the screen
I’m calling for a strike
Walking off scene
Quiet on set!

Call me when you lust after
Our minds, not just our bodies
When you’ve finally finished
The Lament Configuration Box
Of your sexuality
So you stop punishing us for your pain
Like the sick sadomasochists you are

You’ve always drilled into my head
That I’m broken and sinful
Call me Pinhead

Take your deep-rooted shame
And bury it deep in
The red thick of your woods
Not in us

Unearth your secret garden
The wilderness you can’t tame
Not our bones
Please…my people are dying
Your wet dream is our nightmare
Your garden is our graveyard
And when you turn off your phone
We don’t exist