For too long, our true stories have been untold
Lies about us bought and sold
Ancestors to many we should have been
Muted were our lives, our queering deemed sin
But we dreamed, we danced, we sexed, we lived
On the tips of mountaintops we lived
The stage of the Great White Way we lived
Streets of Harlem we paved, we lived
Yet too long our stories have been untold
Ripped from history, stolen like gold
We live again, and now we thrive
Through stories told by the new negro, we thrive
From tongues of the youth our truth, we thrive
Flamboyantly our spirits remain,
A new generation’s rage lit by our flame