pansexual
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You like boys right?
Uh yeah, I do.
Have you found one yet?
Not yet but maybe soon!
You like girls too?
Yeah, that’s true!
For once I’m actually happy
Despite all the shit that happens,
She makes my day better
It doesn’t matter if my parents don’t “agree” with it
My dad and I butt heads all the time
typewriters and rainbows and there isn’t any rain here now
poetry and books and your hand finding mine
on the drive home
street light shooting stars
I sometimes wish I could still do
All the romantic things I used to back in the day
Sail away with the captors of my heart and start a new
A life without the chains I once had
“Hi I’m Gisselle! What’s your name?”
“I’m izzy!”
“I think you’re really pretty can I have your number?”
The first interaction with the girl of my dreams.
You saw me through the sea of rainbow flags,
We sat togetherfingers intertwinedlegs swinging overthe ledge,the edge of abyss(of bliss?)no space between
You say my sexuality isn't valid
You say I'm "confused"
"Going through a phase"
"Wanting attention"
"Don't have enough experience to know"
"Not sure yet"
"Too young"
"Faking it"
I wish she tasted like cherry
A hopeless, cliche, passion
So I don the cherry chapstick
For a bittersweet illusion
Her velvety lips are strawberry
I don't mind strawberry
i was sitting in the car
thinking about you
looking at out text convorsation
hushing and blushing without a clue
when i realized it i was bout' to scream
this was unexpected
i think in poems
when i see you
four lines stanzas that all begin in
how beautiful you are…
and how cliché that is
in my metaphors
I am trapped in the closet,
Such a scary place,
With monsters around me,
About to bite my face.
I hold on for dear life,
Day after day,
Waiting, just waiting,
Will I fade away?
Once upon a time, queerness was considered a crime
Rainbows and queer knowledge was forbidden
However, no one saw what was coming at the time
A queer teen did not expect what was about to be given
Live in a world where religion is a parody of its own meaning.Where true love is called perversion,And a preference is classified as a sickness.Where our young are nothing but impressionable
When I look in the mirror
I see a face rottiong away
I don't know who she is
But I know it's not who I am
What am I?
Who is she?
Why's this mirror always lying to me ?
Seems like forever
A boy with a Peter Pan face
Walked into my life
A split across the people
The candidates speak on TV
A passion is born
Feel the Bern I’d shout
I remember the colour of her eyes
Staring up with me with more heat than that Summer day.
All the fire,
All the passion,
All the greens and browns and golds.
I was declared a Teenage attention seeker the day I came out as Transgender,
because just being LGBT+ Was suddenly in style.
As though my gender was a prize to be sold to the next person that claimed it theirs.
I always looked to the future sadly
Quickly two years seemed to pass me
I survived, here I am, I am happy.
I talk more now, to them, my dear friends
"Wow, that's pretty brave.
Chancing on your mom walking in
On you shoving a dildo
Into your girlfriend."
The alarm screaming, burning eyes
After not once allowing my brain to dip into sleep
Once- the kiss was okay,
We had just come back from the fair and I couldn’t resist his blue eyes,
Smirking grin staring like me like we were about to explore a whole new chapter
Every time someone would ask me my sexuality,
I would feel the words get caught in my throat
And I’d try my hardest not to swallow them down.
High and bright in the sky.
Girl you always there to light up my night.
So unique in the way you're made.
So beautiful in your ever glowing ways.
Always there for people to make wishes.
I was not beautiful.
I am not beautiful.
I will never be beautiful.
But I could be thin.
It began as a whisper
It grew louder, it spoke to me
Until every day it was a
Screaming in my ear,
I'm Seventeen.
I talked to my counselor today.
The school won’t let me back to class without a note from a therapist;
Hey Mom, hey Dad it's your only girl again.
I know I've caused you...well a fair share of pain.
Now bear with me,
This isn't easy..
Please just sit...
Wait for me to catch my breath.
If this title defines who I am to society,
Shouldn't it speak volumes?
It should -
But fuck society!
I am a proud, closeted pansexual
With a romantic heart and a dirty mind.
When I was a little girl I was scaredto tell the world that the other little girldown the road had a crush on me.Because I was worried that cruel peoplewould mock her or through stonesas she passed by,
Dear God,
This is a letter from your queer daughter.
Wait, hold up did this girl just say queer?
"You are not a child of God!" Someone shouts!
Oh shut up! This is my letter.
Anyway you know I grew up in church
See my hands bound
so tight
Securely hidden
Behind my back
So I just sit here
and fight
You don't know how
it is to be gay
In an society
Where you have to
hide
Your love everyday
You don't know how
hard I try
To show you that
I try to stand upright,
but I just keep falling.
I try to keep the blade away,
but I just keep bleeding.
I try not to puke,
but my throat is raw.
I try to care,
but I just can't.
Saddened self harmers,
Battling bulimics,
Angsty anorexics,
Isolated insomniacs,
Scared schizophrenics,
Lonely lesbians,
Gloomy gays,
Battling bisexuals,
Troubled transexuals,
I can't get my words out because the constrictor in my throat is begging my silence to keep it company. Because they're bigger than me and their burns sting like the cigarettes they want me to be
So I stay silent
A twisting lock of hair falls round your face
A shield of purple lacquer coats your nail
As desperately I need to know my place
I try and try and try to no avail.
Sitting on the red bench
The busted, rusted, nasty school bench
The place I used to go when the teacher had enough of me
What an ugly word
Benched.
Sitting on the red bench
In a world of grey,
The dull charcoal of a city sidewalk,
Life bursts through.
Small and insignificant.
And from the cracks,
Color seeps.
A million shades,
And one of them, I.
My eyes are green
My makeup is black
My hair is blonde
And my thoughts are back
…………………………
My soul is blue
Her hair is short
And bitter sweet
Her eyes are red
She doesn’t sleep
………………………………………..
She lay awake
PrejudiceHateSo wrongWhat gives you the rightTo decide who I love?What gives you the rightTo detest me for my differences?What tells you that it's okayYou tell me I'll never be loved
Every hour of
Every day through
All the years
One question twirled through
My mind
What am I?
And on the
Twelfth hour of
A random day I
