Find me in a crowded room
Full of cheers
Full of tears
Full of queers
Find my heart placed
In the center of the floor
Ready to rest in the palms
Of any queen to pick it up
Find me in their fingers
Curling
Wagging
Pointing
Find my soul in their gestures
A middle finger to normal
Waving towards the heavens
Riding out the high
Find me in their faces
Rouge lips
Sharp brows
Beauty marks
Find me in their highlighter
As bright as their personalities
Mimicking the stars they are
A reminder they are never invisible
You can find me
At the ball
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