An uncommon sense
Close to abandonment
Learning discerning the difference
Between do or die
Each step taken away from
A place of hopelessness
Takes me closer to building another
Kind of family nest
There is no inclusion for those stigmatised
Nobody close to us ever recognised
Only exclusion for us out there
Only delusional fuss and despair
An uncommon sense
So beautifully dressed
In a moment of realness
I fear I could be fearless
Destitute out on my own
I had to run this far from home
The children of the damaged and unkind
My new friends are like-minded
It's a mechanism of surviving this
The children of god, the children LaBeija
Found a place to express my soul
Won't go on living in a shadow's hold
So I'm going to the ball to get my prize
Expensive things are the cheapist thrill
No such thing as overkill
Will we live on, the children of LaBeija?
There is no inclusion for those stigmatised
Nobody close to us ever recognised
Only exclusion for us out there
Only delusional fuss and despair
If Paris is burning
Then just let it burn
The youth are very discerning
Till you tear them apart
You can't stop the children
It's easy to mock
This form of survival instinct
Why should I stop?
An uncommon sense
So beautifully dressed
My mama's mistake
My father's heartbreak
Young birds who are flightless
Become birds of paradise
And the practice of realness
Feels so surreal