The Stone That Broke Our Chains

A gay woman. It’s 1969, And she feels so out of line For loving and caring And breathing and sharing Who she is, what she can’t deny. She asks herself, “Why?” Why can’t she sit in the same chair? When she has a face, a smile, long hair Like any other girl. The Stonewall Inn. They don’t care. They accept me, no matter who I love Or what I wear. The New York City’s big bad wolves, They've come to blow our house down. To tears us up and throw us out. But these little piggies have had enough. We might do drag but we’re still tough. Riots, marches, rallies, walks. Rejoice, rejoice! For we are out. The Gay Liberation has begun.