Dear mama I just got some new ink Its simple and powerful Beautifully permanent Did you know people were marked We were among the ones sent to the camps I know you hate my tattoos But think of it as a tribute My people died in a gas chamber People who thought like you sent Them there You see back then we couldn’t love Couldn’t kiss in the streets Now people just call us names Then they used their fists Have you ever heard of stonewall mama They locked us in a bar burned us The stones on christopher street are still red The pavement stained with blood I finally got something pink You know how i’ve always hated that color Even though i know its your favorite Although maybe that’s really why There is a little pink triangle on my spine Resting nestled right in the small of my back To represent the people they call bent Yes mama I'm crazy I’m crazy about her ***