You can ban our books, but you can’t ban our story
Berate us and chide us,
The fear is behind us,
The light bestowed upon us is from a spirit higher than human
You won’t ban guns, but you’ll ban the books,
America, land of the free, home of the crook,
Why does our sexuality have you shook?
The light bestowed upon us is from a spirit higher than human
This land is bought and paid for by kin,
Land of the slave, the indigenous tribes,
You can tell the lies, but we see it with our eyes,
The light bestowed upon us is from a spirit higher than human
You can no longer tell the alternative version,
Black, Queer, we been here, we have proof,
Cemented are their names, in concrete is their truth,
The light bestowed upon us is from a spirit higher than human
Those who lived in the shadows, now live in the light
Mighty is our plight,
It won’t stop our fight,
As the children of the ancestors our truths are taking flight
The words of this book become the fist with all the might
And even if you ban this, the bark ain’t as strong as our bite
Our stories are finally in the light
Are the light
The light