I am my own personal hero
And none other;
For the models are not molded
And the map was never charted.
So, to the thrill of my inner joy,
I anoint my head with my heart
And know no other like myself in total.

I am my own best actor,
Hesitating for nothing but the lurers,
Who match and sharp my wit;
Enriching my script’s best turn,
The arc and draw of life’s bow.
From quiver to mark,
My life acts up
With the stature of the giants.
Heroes for a rainy day
And sun filled afternoons;
For all times and seasons;
Sure as nature.
Sure as self.
In a space with crowds,
Or alone in the fairy dell,
Let it be known:
I am my own personal hero.

Rage girls with pepper envy
That I know who I am
And put a price on it!
Rage girls in fiery green
That I will never retreat
Into the closet clandestine again.
Rage girls for the best of it,
Because I wear it on my crown,
And into your maelstrom flout
That this here queer’s steps out.