San Francisco

I don’t need this place, I won’t miss it at all

when my mom dies, I’ll finally head to the city
I don’t remember those who now rub me in shit
if I close my eyes, I’ll rise to the heavens
They scream in rage: "No, a man doesn’t act like that!"
Beauty must offend them, what can I do about it?
And even if they mock my body here
my soul can never be touched, not ever

My clothes, which people laugh at and sneer
and the feather boa that’s looked down on now
needs more sparkle to shine over there
or else I’ll drown in the colorful crowd
And it’s not just family cars stuck in traffic
but buses and limos side by side
Sometimes I can go to the mountains just to look
at the glowing scenery down below at night

I don’t swallow pain, but champagne flows like a river
I wrap myself in sequins from head to toe
I know everyone
and of course, everyone knows me
the spotlight always hits the star’s steps
No one mocks my mouth
not a single finger raised

I’m not scared anymore
that I won’t find anyone
and like a bird, I’ll rise to the highest
I was never a prisoner of my body.