Modern Mulan.
I feel like Mulan set in Modern time
no longer a cross-dressing warrior for you to fetishize
I'm real, my hair cut short and two useless boobs I have to bind.
My identity? How nice, you'll call it mine?
Yet give me dirty looks while I'm checking my phone in the bathroom line.
The only war I have to fight is within.
plus political oppression,
plus therapy sessions,
plus a man painted in orange disrespecting my transition.
Mulan knew what they were talking about when they wanted to look how they felt inside
I'm a warrior and I'll never stop fighting for rights
I fight so you can have the right to say you hate me
I fight so I see you vote against the happiness in my life
But nevertheless, I fight.
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