Blessed are the femme bois, the loud femmes, the gender benders,
  for theirs is the realm of fluid glory.

Blessed are the outcasts and the glittered misfits,
  for they will dance at the center of every circle.

Blessed are the name-changers and the reborn,
  for their truth will echo louder than shame.

Blessed are the ones who came out and were cast out,
  for chosen family will welcome them home.

Blessed are the lovers who hold each other in the dark,
  for they embody light.

Blessed are the trans elders and the queer ancestors,
  for they carved paths through storm and fire.

Blessed are the brave in binders and bold in lipstick,
 for they show us all what liberation looks like.

Blessed are those who cry in bathrooms and laugh on dance floors,
 for their joy is holy.

Blessed are the drag queens, the leather dykes, the aces, the enbies, and
the questioning,
 for their bodies are not battlegrounds, but sanctuaries.

Blessed are the ones who stay soft through it all,
 for they are warriors in disguise.