"Confronting Hate with Progress"

You came to the booth with a protest sign , looking dusty and

dim. Talkin' 'bout my life, my body, my pronouns,

my path and my whim. I came to the booth with

a mirror for you to stare hard within , 'cause the only

thing fragile and cracked in this room is the state that your hate is in

. Woo! Now quiet the noise, let the curtain

draw, you're done . You picked a fight with evolution

and sadly you already lost , son. Let's get the