For We Worked For This New Era, Equally
I do not wish to bow my head in the cold air
I do not believe in a clasping of hands
Were the hands nearest and warmest
In conjunction with my own
To be deemed by the speaker a sin
This clasping
No
I worked for this new era, equally
It was born of all of our dreams and late nights
Early mornings in cold or heat
I worked for this new era, equally
The channeling of voice to the power of my God is encompassing
She accepts many
Their flaws
More than most
My God and I will be side-barring that morning
Come the 20th, be it snow, sleet or still
We bow our heads
The man speaking
He who sees this clasping of hands, a sin
No
He will not channel for me my God
She and I will be speaking
Praying for him, praying for all of us
Over the heads of the millions bowed in that moment
Surrounding us
The millions upon millions around TV screens and radios around the world
His voice, up on that platform, and his version of a judgmental God, are not more powerful
Than my lone head bowed
Than the hands clasped warm of whomever is nearest me
And on that particular morning, may you bet they be gay as well
We too own this moment
No
I will bow my head to my own God, that morning
I will pray in this new season
We worked for this new era, equally
We demand this new era bring equality
No man on a platform with a false definition of sin can stop justice’s arc
May history judge us all kind
I will bow my head to my own God, that morning
