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„Złota Korona Matki Ziemi”   Klękam, kulę się w sobie Przed Majestatem Pani!   Ona ściska, wciska mnie w swoje łono Prawdziwa Matka Ziemia!   Otula mnie swym płaszczem ramienia
it’s her.  i get lost in her eyes, her voice, her ideas.  when she talks, i listen.  when she’s quiet, 
I met with her in a field of blooming wildflowers. She stood there in her sky-blue dress Amongst the sage, And primrose, Bluebonnet and paintbrush, Dandelion, And the tiniest white lilies.
it's like being a dandelion in a field of flowersyou look like them, you smell like them, you feel like them   but you're a weed  
she made me feel so happy… so why did I feel so trapped? I felt that I had finally found a person in this world who genuinely cared for me—and who I genuinely cared for back—and simultaneously that I was drowning where I stood.
I hear a familiar voice.  Softly, -What a sound,  wonder if it’s her.  Why is she calling my name?    I want to indulge. 
  It’s not hard when it’s not present When we’re working together and we have to hide When you’re 1,500 miles away It’s not hard when we don’t think about it
My life has been on hold for so long I didn’t even realise No progress has become the new norm While I sit here and wait for you to love me Like once upon a time when we were both so young
I am lesbian, I am gay, I am bi, I am trans, I am straight. I am love, I am kindness, I am caring. I am more then my trauma. I am more than my abuse. I am more than my scars. I am what survival looks like. I am human.
you breathed a song into my mouth, a melody so beautiful that if he should hear it, Bernstein would write off his symphonies as nothing more than empty refrains.   
My love, my one and only, A cherub in the eyes of man She is so small, her bones withering  To the touch, frail ribs poke against the skin
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
Short hair, shoulders wide, kinda short, narrow-eyed. More stubborn than anybody else in my whole damn life! Stop talking to me like, that. Walking up to me, When my mother's right by my side,
It is impossible to say what she is like ​­ as she is incomparable to most earthly things She's not a wildflower, ​­ she is a whole meadow A secret kept by the forest ​­
I remember the first poem I ever wrote about you ​­ ​­          how at first I had no intention to share it with you I'd never written anyone a poem -- ​­          at least not that I'd shared with them
Insecure, she says I look at her across the table and think ​­           you're perfect I have a vendetta against ​­           whoever made her feel less than just that She deserves more than
I am an ocean Restless, impatient, wildly emotional, unpredictable I am the ocean And you are the sky I reflect you Your mystery and raw beauty When you are clear and bright,I glitter in the sun
I am terrible at reading peopleBut I want to read her She’s the kind of book I want to read cover to coverThen start all over again A book I would keep with meAlways learning new things from it
Times never change, Sappho//You could not weave and I could not write tonight//She asked me to write her essay for her (she hates English class) and I said yes—like a fool to the stockades//I turned my essay in late because of her but it
hey? just wanted to let you know that hey? I might be a little bit slow, but hey? you're really cool and I like you a lot, but hey? I don't know if you've even given me a thought
She tucks her t-shirts into her skirt. She died a streak of her hair in 4th grade. She only played tag with others girls. She won't tell her family she likes her, she isn't afraid, she just doen't need to.
Her unseeing eyes see me, More clearly than I could ever have dreamed. Her kindness envelops me like sunlight,  Chasing away terrors that have haunted me since the day 
it's the sound of rain out her window late may it's the way the sun danced off her eyes on the train it's how we laid there under the trees reading
I am consumed by her. I am consumed by all of her being.
They didn’t tell you that cherry cola was wrong, but they let you know it was.  They said that only the sick minded drank it, declared from a broken and cracked pulpit
How sickly sweet is my lover A sinful candy, pink like her lips that soothe my questioning mind  
u use a bright pen that is last to be picked in the packet. may u speak ur true feelings on paper and pray. she can’t see where ur love starts and ends. but she has to.  
lesbians are not real, peeping tom. the ones that u want anyway. dreamland lesbians: straight girls in sheep’s clothing that succumb to men’s advances eventually. only existing when u
if i was her boyfriend i’d invite her to stay the night at my house if she likes, she would say “yes!”, we’d grab snacks i would nervously rest my head on her shoulder o why did I wear a dress?
You walked in and all I could do is stare into your beautiful eyes. With my heart beating through my veins, I drew up courage and that’s when I realized. I had no need to fear. Day and night I would sit and talk, here.
Sarpedon couldn't get its head around A woman who wanted to stand her ground After a non-consensual encounter. But Medusa didn't let it discount her For sexuality isn't "corrected."
You hide behind pages withered with millenia of hatred  Each letter an excuse for you to say "I don't care if they hold hands, Just don't do it front of my kids."
I'm sitting on your bedroom floor talking about nothing but how could I not want more?   you're laying in bed telling me about your latest fantasy asking if the same thoughts are running in his head
She sits in a single desk while coloring her Lisa Frank themed books. Learning my time's tables is confusing, I just want to look at her.
Years locked up, forbidden A rush of feeling unleashed Everywhere I look I am reminded Of the beauty and love I once turned away from
  Oh, my love, my Saturday baby, the weekend Brings an end to my weakness. It’s never enough to see you
Im sorry I grew up mom I’m sorry I’m not your little girl anymore..But no matter how many times you try to deny that it’s me and I need to change Frankly you have no say in this matter....
I won’t be meeting you any time soon...   I wish it were this easy to say.  I wish it were this easy to avoid.  I wish it were this easy to hold to my word.   
Where foot petals unfolded Under canopies of foliage was a place Neither good nor bad -- Was simply beyond. Rumi told   Me this: these words tattooed
Here we flutter, soar, and fly Abuzz, for all to see, an iridescent sky Our pride, with which we manage, Asserting our presence, flags raised high,
On the water there A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath, alone, more words tumble from the mouth. Mirror, mirror, As I speak to you the petal finds a break
On the water there A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath, alone, more words tumble from the mouth. Mirror, mirror, As I speak to you the petal finds a break
I. maybe it was selfish to call this love. but is it greed when all we have is each other? II. i watched the world end when i was young;    where there was light before, now there is silence.
“Yes” I finally said and my mother’s eyes filled with tears her gut with pain her words with poison   my father left my room   my brother looked at me why his eyes said
Dear fellow lesbians who, within one of you, will someday be my wife:   I am SO SORRY for not looking like a Victoria’s Secret model, or even someone who is “slim thick.”  
Dirty Dirty, dirty words How dare you speak them in my house My home, His house Who I am is not dirty But let it be undefined, unspoken
I'm at a Frat party with my girlfriend, Louise. Midterms are finally over and we needed to find a way to destress. At this point, I'm glad I came. The food tastes good, the music is great, and Louise? 
Her hair cradling the back of my neck its quiet in the top of my bunk bed I smell of lavender & mint juul So many addictions In the glimmer of your eye
You stayed; You left; Like allergies in the spring. After flowers came and went, so did you. The festival came too late. I didn't even get to celebrate you.   You have no idea
Dedicated to someone special .
She is ample long, luxurious locks that unlock me plentiful, sloping curves that my tongue skiis down she provides rich milk nourishing my pounding heart soft, plump lips whispering
I don’t know you yet But I know that you are beautiful I don’t know if you’ve met my family But I know that you are mine now  
Love,  when I was young,  i was told I would fall in love, why didn’t you tell me, how much it would fucking hurt. 
  My quality time.
Flashback A scared 12 year old Alone, afraid, abstract Knowing they were  Different Than other girls   A stolen glance at school An unflattering haircut A google search for
I fell in love with her on a Monday.
The night loomed over the park. The cold nipped at us. We held hands through the scattered blackness   and I wasn't even afraid of the dark. Red Blue Orange Green White Purple bulbs everywhere,
Her bare back moves with each breath as she sleeps into the late morning. A tattoo on her shoulder peers over the covers, as her glasses sit on the table adjacent to the bed. I want to take in all of her-
I don't remember when I first heard the word I don't remember when I first knew what it meant I don't remember anyone telling me
uncomfortable hatred casual dislike heart on edge whenever the word is whispered i hear them say it in that hushed tone
sometimes i write Letters Letters that will never be given Letters that will never truly live Letters that will be hidden or perhaps just thrown away   Letters that will be read by no person but me
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 don’t even know how many petals are on a sunflower but i’m sure you’ve picked all of my innocence off and the daisy is dead he loves me not  
metronome heart allegro to affrettando pump   hair rises like furtive ballerinas on strident piano keys  
today i smile because      for years  i have denied who  i am today i smile because  i was scared to come out today i smile because  i was too proud to admit mom was right today i smile because
You lay on your floor wating waiting waiting for your phone to charge It's dark she's asleep at the foot of the bed be quiet I hang my hands over the edge of the bed our fingers graze
Dear future me,   I am from a softly lit night sky stretching out into the dawn, a homely little cottage basking in its warmth.
i know you're just a girl but still i feel like you put me through the wringer, twisted up my body till i was nothing but wet eyes.
I C. I see how your heart is a diamond- it is not neat, rather rough- but all the world’s light is found inside it. I C.
THINKING TO YOU IN STATISTICS CLASS         -        a love letter   I rearrange everything into orders                     When will the bouncing, 
my dora,   i wish i could tell you i didn’t care that you were just some sweet girl i knew some sweet summer who kissed me too fast like you knew  time was  runningout
Dear future, love my past:  
To my 18-year-old self, I know you are scared Because it took you forever To admit to yourself That you might be gay.   I know you’re confused Because you’ve liked boys before, too
Last night of October—we lay on the floorWarmly aligned from our shoulders to hipsBy the orange soda fizz of a loud movie scoreLast night of October—we lay on the floorIn the dusty blue attic beneath the trapdoor
ah, look at you. you’re a plum pit to me, a cratered seed of stability amidst rotting flesh, the nectar of bee stings rolling off you
She’s bathed in neon colors, each one a symbol of our pride. Red for her courage, Orange for her curiosity, Yellow for her wit,
You come into this world with the reassurance of acceptance and love.
At least once a day this sort of... anxiety will come back to me. This fear that I am notgood enough for her and that one day she will accept that she hates me. Every time
There is a loud clattering and rolling like 100 rolly-pollys all hitting the concrete while falling at 60mph I stare at where my hand once hung suspended in the air
I have doubts every timeYou know I doBut I can’t stop falling into the void that is youAnd even if I am absolutely sure that my poor heartWill break, each and every timeI would still choose you, again and again
do you remember, when your lips softly brushed mine, and my heart was a bird escaping it's cage, and my soul had wings bursting from my back, because you smelt like cocoa butter and tasted like strawberries,
I've tried so hard but I can't do anything. I feel stuck in a place I don't want to be. I drink to lose the pain,  and I get high to feel free. I'm a lesbian, yet no one understands
there was a sun, there was a moon, each who ruled her hours sun, she satupon the clouds, moon, among the stars.  "there is no light i can make",said the moon to her love.the sun shone bright,and nowat night,you can see her up above. halfway across
Welcome to the Closet. Here you will discover the many wonderful things I cherish.   On multicolored hangers, an array of shirts and dresses are organized by clothing type.
I know you get confused about the concept of love, and i'm sorry that you would scream at whats above. Thinking you were incapable of feeling for anyone.
Dear Rose,  
She walks with confidence, Her heels clicking with each step, She blows a bubble as pink as her lips, Her petticoat swishing side to side,
How she hated that color, It made her ill, it made her sick, The color of candy corn, pumpkin guts, and unnatural cheese,
About her, an air of mystery I feel I must pursue; Besides my own sake, It is my duty To convince her That my every word Is true
A day passes by, They hurt me for who I am, "I will get stronger"
The first time I realized I loved you You were sitting in front of the TV, It was glowing around you like you were Something holy
Our love is not normal, I've been told it's insane. But no matter how different we are, She's always on my brain.   Her eyes tell a story, Her lips soft and sweet. Her smile is contagious,
Mother, she is light. She bounces off tin-foil lakes, soothing tides. She warms the back of my eyes every dawn. She is a sunspot amongst freckles and stars. She lets me look on beauty.
I liked it when you told me I would be your princess on a pedestal I liked it when you told me life with you was never dull I liked it when you told me I was perfect I liked that I was the one you picked
Mom, I’m gay I’ll talk to you later. I’m sorry (but not really), I’m in love with a girl. She is stunning, My heart is full.  
My family is constantly asking, How many girls, And how many boys, I plan on having when I’m older and married.
Because I love you: I’ll make sure you eat and drink, I’ll stop pestering if you say “I’m not hungry.” Because I love you: I’ll wipe your tears when you cry,
Even silence is ecstasyYour heartbeat in my ear, a steady drum.Monumental or minimal calamitiesUntil my breathing levels,your fingers comb my hair.  Your hand in mine, a rushed societal defianceBut you are unabashedly in love.Fierce pride in your
Ever since New York I tried to change my mind pushed away these little things and these little white lies. I was only 18 surrounded by fool's gold. I had no control as these fire proof clouds
Her skin soft (in texture and color). Brown eyes so quirky and radiant. She's such a dork   and I love that about her. I barely know her,   so why is she the subject of my poems?
Cherishing otherwise completely normal interactions A glance my way, a smile, a laugh, the shortest sentence. But she's with another person.   Another girl.
Fingertips trace along a pronounced collar bone. Lips run over a jawline. Hands...carressing... Hands...undressing... Passion, lust, adoration. She's my favorite.
She lost her mother Like no other. No mother No other New mother  Step mother Step sister Would have hugged and kissed her Loved and missed her, Stuck with step mother and sisters
there was a princess who didn't get her perfect ending. the blanket shielding happy eyes is still casted by the faux story of a princess who didn't get her ending.
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
She said, "I hate my own skin." With so much certainty, That I couldn't help but frown. "Why?" I asked. "It's imperfect," she clarified. "It's scarred, blemished, and, worst of all, It's full of moles." 
Snow White, Aurora, Jasmine, Belle Tiana, Cinderella, and my beloved Ariel. Seven Disney Princesses... Also known as the seven deadly sins.
"Cinderella, Cinderella, let down your hair!" Wait. This is the wrong story. Cinderella began to allow her loose, yellow, locks To fall from her window to her visitor.   "Rapunzel, my love!
I am thankful for queer history. However hidden it has been. I am thankful for the great artists and engineers of the Renaissance. I am thankful for DaVinci and Michelangelo.
13   She should’ve chosen me. Instead, I watch closely to the boy, the wasn’t  me. I wish I could be a He. I wish she would like a She.  
Take me to Atlantis, the wide array of sea life. I want to be where the merpeople are, and sing their songs of seas. Take me to Atlantis where I may meet my Princess, and she will meet hers.
Rapunzel rolled her eyes and brushed her hair Annoyed by the chants that she was 'his type', wonderful, and fair. She wasn't a fool for alluring words made to flatter,
Once Upon A Time, when kids could roam freely in the woods, When adults did not have to lock their doors,When the people of the village felt safe.  It was a time before chaos fell,  Before a tyrant led by greed and desire decimated all happiness, 
"Once upon a time" goes the story But I can't help but find it boring Because it's filled with heteronormies And no representation for me.   I want to read one where the princess
In the dream, I pulled the pink sash off her dress completely, until the only pink I saw was the pink soft crater on her breasts and to have her look at me with such intensity again
There once was a girl in a tower. Her name was Rapunzel. She dreamed of the day, She dreamed of how, Someone would take her away.
They locked her away put that dyke away shes frozen in her bones breasts like ice cream cones they told her date that man but around the room she scans spotting melted girls
If the looks I gave her were illegal, Surely i'd have a life sentence. I'd be locked away forever like my heart inside my ribcage,
six letters. one word.   Faggot. two syllables that make any queer kid in-or-out of the closet feel nothing less than unwanted unloved
Dear Mom, You always tell me That I am your beautiful girl.You always tell me that no matter what I do,what I say,what I wish;I will always be the daughter youAre so proud of, and the one you love. When you sit down to brush my hair,You convince m
Messy, Daylight, Fences     She learned to love her, yes she did In those few minutes and few weeks It wasn't love strain'd (maybe Shakespeare'd understand) And it wsasn't love beow the belt
A boy or a girl, It doesn't matter because  You're still my friend 
That feeling, those feelings, that tingling I have The twinkling, the gleaming, screaming within The bleeding, the pleading, the grieving that’s been Confusing when it’s who I am.
Anna is the smell of oatmeal with pears and strawberries Illegal in the eyes of the judiciaries More hot and heavy than every star in Aries Anna and I held hands in eighth grade "Your hands are sweaty."
I am a lesbian. I am a human. I am alive. I have feelings. I do not hate men. Men have not hurt me. It's not a phase. I can fall in love.
When I was thirteen, I knew exactly who  I was going to marry. He would be tall, and strong, with black hair  and even blacker eyes. He would be my protector.
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.
Swimming in a sea of skin I only felt her warm hand fingers laced through mine like sutures binding a wound allowing it to heal.
I love how your hand fits in mine, I love how your smile can light up a room, I love how your eyes shine in the sun light, I love when your Eyes meet mine. You are the Ronald to my Hermine.
78 I never thought you could change. You're 78. You're stuck in many of your ways, but one day you changed, it all started with a girl named Emily. Seventh grade, my first ever crush on someone that I couldn't shake or ignore.
With Her, Faces, names, places, All the world spins past, On a colorful carousel   Within grasp, But She is next to me I don't care for anyone else She's here They're not.  
I haven’t told my family and friends about these feelings, How I find girls more appealing. I wish I was freewheeling Because my heart is what she’s stealing.   My heart pounds when she’s near.
Why does it offend you?   Why do we offend you?   Why do I offend you?   Why does Love, offend you?  
There are two queens In my kingdom  There are two queens In my kingdom, you see   There are two queens And nobody is the 'man' In our damn relationship Do you need basic definitions?
she examines the tallies on her arm—   a red one for each time she’s loved and lost.   one single black mark  
  I'm here to warn you about a monster ,well not really a monster...more like a disease.
As I grow older, I find myself falling for girls with a similar mindset as me I used to chase after girls Who were pretty, beautiful, but had no personality Something had clicked and in that moment I knew
In the slip of her hair, there is immensity I am cloaked, held, burned Her head is tilted Oh God, the world is in her shoulders And she smiles like an arrow
Her. Her hair shimmers in the sunlightSunlight brings warmth to her bodyHer body is seemingly porcelainSo fragile yet so beautifulYou want to reach out and grab herYet she does not existYou're whole life you are searching for herYou're one wish ig
Best friend falls for best friend a classic sometimes tragic rarely as magic as movies but people love the possibility in familiarity at least when it's she and he but it was her and me
It never hurt to be queer until you made it burn like a brand on my skin in that bar.   When you let bullets loose like kisses on bare skin onto  the bodies of those who I will
In this world that we live in, we’re all God’s children But how does it make sense that somehow I’m the exception I’m unique, I’m me, I’m one in a million
To my best friend. When we met it was the 15th day of 3rd grade I sat alone in the corner like I always had But this time, you were there with someone
Anxiety and me Go hand in hand with my sexuality and me I am not straight  And I am not gay I am somewhere in the in-between
It's okay little girl it'll be alright,One day those bullies won't make you cry.It's okay little girl it'll be alright,One day those rumors won't fly in the sky.It's okay little girl it'll be alright,Your mom'll always be there to hold you tight.I
Sexuality is a complex concept.   If I got specific about my sexual and romantic orientation, The most accurate way to describe my preferences would be:  
I'm afraid.   I'm afraid of love Of happiness Of how much they cost. What do I have to lose  To gain.   I'm afraid of you the most. I'm afraid of how I notice you.  
"What is your favorite way to spend a lazy day?
girl is sensual,girl likes sitting on a washing machinewith her mascara mouth openchanting something she learned in a pop song.  
Every girl that I have dated has a little bit of you in her.
There’s this soft shirt you ownI like it when you wear it because it holds onto your perfumeAnd I can bury my face in your shoulder or rest my chin against your neck and take you in 
The main character loves me, the smart side-kickThe thought is a balloon that continuously rises
I can’t live without the first scent of the fall breeze. I can’t live without stomach aches from laughing so hard with my best friend when we haven’t seen each other in such a while.  
"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
I used to think,Why should I even try?It’s hard when everyone around doesn’t see what going on inside your mind,They don’t see the pain, the hurt, or the struggle. At 3AM I lie awake, crying because of fear
i don't think i'll ever forgethow your hands felt on my neckin the backseat of our best friend's car.                                                                 youtraced lines of poetry down my spinewith hands covered in glitter and lust.my
I drink her love in, parched And blow it out, gentle, like smoke It flows in rings that surround her face like a frame As if to say "look!!!" with cautious desparation   I choke on the heat it brings
Eyes of green bottleglass and amber, not gems faceted but true stare acutely at dotted marks on field and of blue, while silver moonlight hair and skin of sweet ice cream are dim and fade
Sinking deeper into my own feelings of concealment, / It's so much easier to tell a lie that you believe.
She smells like sunshine Bittersweet and blindingly bright Specks of dust that dreamily dance in her light fill my lungs   She feels like a stormy night Static shocks from her fingertips
She loves subliminal. If only your conscious could grasp her heart. I hold her, we dance beyond the horizon. Subliminally I tell her to have little faith in me. It’s not much but she is fair.
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
Maybe she likes sports Maybe he likes ballet  Maybe she's a he Maybe he's a she Maybe she likes girls Maybe he likes boys  We must be treated equal We are humans, not cookie cutter toys  
You said I am like that feeling you get from letting go of a balloon, and watching it drift until it’s color vanishes. At first, it crushed me that you compared me
Give it to me Fingerlicking Oh Yeah This is heaven, you ARE my sin  It's innocence lost. If you got sny prettier, you can be my goddesse. Touch my heart but go a little slowly.
In the early hours, Morning of a late summer day, The fog hung softly in yellow light, A moist dew hung on the window sill,
  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.
You call me Beauty, The mirror, Frankenstein's bride, Do not let me burn
  Holding silvers and golds into place on your neck, Keeping notes and to-do lists on a refrigerator in check.  
  So it was winter break and we decided that we would go to her parents house since she would always come to mine on holidays and occasions.    
My bones are led Weighing me down Onto this bed That isn’t swallowing me Fast enough And in my head Too many things Too many thoughts Are pouring in Desperate to be heard
This low fire  Constantly burning It's lust always lust   It grows hotter  Stronger in her presence And hers too    I'm weak To a well thought out retort
I am  A gay Catholic   A gay Catholic You say? Can you please Explain?   What’s there To even explain I’m Catholic And I’m gay   But they don’t
There's something Always has been From the moment You said Hello   There's something In her smile In her eyes That say Whatever comes From this 
Some nights I just wish
For so long I have been taught,  these morals and told these stories. 
How beautiful to see A smile with no teeth Laughter from the trees Gentle chickadee
There is a little girl in the universe right now who is learning to not speak.            
The Old Masters paint ladies with rough horsehair brushes and treat them with noxious turpentine.
I am here to represent all thos
revenge, the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
Why'd you care if he/she had short of long hair?
They said, "you can be anything you want to be."
We walked down the street, but
my mouth opens,
My eyes are sore I imagine the red rims where all the thoughts swim and melt into a dream right before me   And ignore me, the very part that i've buried with the ribbons and the bows and the fury
On the first daymy eyes metyou,I wasfascinated.I dreamedof my fingertipstracingyour body; trembling over each curveI wanted totasteyour breathe;feel
She perches herself in front of her mirrorResting on a peach vanity stoolBlack lace accentuaes her curvatureShe removes the eleastic band from her bunGolden vines caress her shoulders
People are people Love is love Whether you're a girl Or whether you're a boy
Without filters my pictures ar
No matter what I do, No matter what I say, You will always see, What you want me to be.   You can call me "she" instead of "he" And you can call me by my birth name.
She is, in essence, all things. She is the universe embodied, and every tiny speck of dust within it. In her infiniteness, she draws all who meet her in and gives them a piece of her.
I look int
Dear Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you.
I’m Broken up inside and I Can’t tell you what’s Wrong but I will Try to let you see. You’d Hate me so much because I’m Not what you dreamed and I Am so sorry but you
Why do I feel like I have to hide, If we are all a little broken inside? Maybe I am ashamed or at times a little scared, but I shouldn’t have to feel this way. I wish I could make them accept me,
Thank you five, thank you places— don’t break curtain, crack that imaginative fourth wall where the boys must be chasing you; aren’t they lining up at your door? “We know”,
They don't really know who I am, They only see what I choose to show them, You guys don't know I'm secretly a fem, I do the dirty for that green, But men are just so mean, I am now a lesbian.
Can you and I make love in the dark? So I won't have to face reality So my imagination can create the scene of what is instilled in me to be right. Can you and I make love in the dark? 
Once upon a time A little girl sat on her daddy's knee Dreaming of her future A princess of a fair kingdom With a handsome prince by her side   Once upon a time
We hide inside our separate corners 
I want answers you tell lies Going against my religion, but not my heart Which is worse? God, why do I anger you I like girls I'm really sorry It wasn't on purpose
Let her eyes scan the fall The wind blowing through her hair She hears it now All the words that were whispered Behind her back Words on how she was wrong How she could never be right
"I have sea foam in my veins I understand the language of waves" it's so fortunate: You're the eye of the storm & I won't ever board up my windows, you've got me upside down and inside out
The hummingbirds are still whirring their wings to that coronal metronome. Sending shivers through the shrapnel in an intrinsic trance with each wink. Thank God you've found a use  for all that room,
I fell for a meteorite & I didn't even know it until you said I made your heart a fast clock, because I didn't feel the same. The beating in my chest is no more since I left my heart
i thought i was faulty attributed a lack of sexuality to the fact that be i was hurt by a man who said he loved me
It has been an era since I have gazed Into the mirrored eyes of morning. The thought lingers in an ocean Of fruitless expectation. The yearning, thirsting shore Waits untouched by equipoised waves
i want to shout my love's name from rooftops and i want to make the whole world know she's mine i see my love in everything there is because my love is as soft as skin and as brave as the ocean tide
Holding on so tightly of everything you know, Only to find that you want to let it go, What happens when all the hate and a taboo Becomes Who you are, What happens when What you love Tears your family apart,
I look in the mirror. Apply pink lipstick. 
He smelled like pee, says the underwear tucked under the pillow on the washed out bed, he loved to color, says the four boxed in walls;  he also loved peanut butter sandwiches and juice
this self mutilation is getting out of hand every night i break down i know i cant stand to stay here much longer, im am beaten and damned to rot away slowly with nothing in hand  
The same brain, body and gender.   Having a light make-up,   We go out.   Wearing pink dresses and high-heels.   As usual...  
I dream of a beautiful woman I gave birth to years ago.
You say you know me But you judge by the facade The fake smile and nice disposition The innocence and false confidence
Sweetheart, let me in.It's time for our lives to b
Who am I? I dread to answer,
She saw this girl but didn't think much of her. Then she would start seeing her around a lot. Randomly they had a conversation which felt right. They started talking and instantly had a connection. 
Woman with woman locked by hand Spinning and sharing a stare Dazed like by drugs
When I'm lost to the earth
Why must we hide Why must we apologize Why must we be criticized For who we are inside   I see no reason to lie People are monsters Hating those who just want   To love  
And I'll be kneeling on the floor Saying let me in too For all I've done Was try to mirror you You told me to love And that I did do I didn't think you specified to who
I don't believe this is it The do all end all Of all things I coud do Is finding love so wrong? Because I don't think so Is giving love so wrong? Because I don't want to be judged
  I am a teenage lesbian I wonder why I am discriminated against. I hear negative comments from the ones I love. I see hateful slangs being thrown at me. I want everyone to realize that love is love.
Out here, it's just you and me No one telling us who to be The moonlight and the stars shining so bright embrace us as we embrace each other
I have a dream that one day equality will mean just that. Marriage is a right for everyone. I have a dream that one day discrimination will no longer exist.
I didn’t want to keep you too long. I’ve started to think, maybe, I idealized you Some sort of goddess I made you. You were my crutch. Maybe you weren’t all you cracked up to be.
Fuck first semester And financial aid and scholarship applications and just money in general. And the 3.5 I needed if I wanted to come back. And my parents. And money And society for revolving around money
It was our wedding day Full of love and admiration I looked into her gleaming emerald eyes I knew we’d remember this forever   It was our wedding day Friends and family sniffled in the Palace
I fell in love Woth a woman  Who taught me how to love.  Because of this love I'm a  Faggot Dyke Sinner Slut Whore; An abomination.  When did the world turn to hate?
I grew up in America.  I grew up in England.  I grew up in a Massachusettes hospital.    I fell in love with  Romance At a young age.  Didn't see it much  Growing up,
Down at the ocean blue Whorls of sea foam churn madly Like the feelings in this beating chest My heart trembles like a victim of anthrax poisoning viciously suffocating
Gay. Faggot, Carpet muncher. Dyke. "You're Different" "Immoral"
Every time I turn on the news, a family, a person, a life is bruised.
Somewhere we walk the line 
An affair where lovers find 

  Mary said to Betty Lou I love you dear with all my heart. And Betty Lou then said to Mary We should ne’er be far apart.   So they held hands and skipped along Right up to the holy place.
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
I am a very religious heterosexual female. I am currently dating a guy, going on a year now. We are very happy together and we've even discussed marriage way down the road.
Choice is a conscious decisions We choose what we wear And what we say And what we do But Love is not a choice Love is a feeling Mysterious and dangerous Silently screaming
YOU need to change YOU utter words of pain Sharp enough to slit my wrist Yet clear enough for me to think Should I really end this?   The name calling the jokes It all never stops
I never thought my sexuality The way I love Would become the center of my world It would be the sun around which I revolve I didn't think I would become so obsessed So focused on finding myself
He doesn't have too many friends Then again, it's a small school None of us have too many friends But he doesn't have too many friends And he's walking down the hall And someone yells out "Hey! Look!
Bones rattling It's just two words Why are they so hard to spit out? Skin dripping Isn't this what you've been wanting? Haven't you wanted to tell them? Mind reeling
If I was asked to define love,  I would say that it was the way  we fell into eachother's arms On the 30th of October.  If I was asked what it feels like,  I would say it feels like the way
My father would rather me be with a man Who sinks his teeth into my skin Like a hungry pig Than for me to be in love with a woman  Who glides her fingers down my spine Like I am artwork  
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.  
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt.” What a load of shit this is. Clearly, the people who spew this phrase have never faced daggers of words, have they?  
There’s a picture In the yearbook
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
"You are nothing but what you want to be" And what I want to be I must conceal I must hide Keep it secret Sweep it beneath the rug Never to see the light of day Put it under lock and key
Dear Lesbian,  
A little girl of such young age No choice while being restrained Molested and abused Raped and used Sexuality that defines her Body weight that reminds her A fathers disappearance blinds her
He wakes up and rolls over Sees the love of his life And he loves him just the same As a husband loves his wife. Been together for ten years Yet no ring on his finger Because America the Brave
i am not in love i have dreams to marry to have children but i am not in love my mother is recently divorced but it is no longer frowned upon i would love to marry but somehow that is wrong
I wrote you poems when my heart was at its best and at it’s worst.
In this little town it's not celebrated but being different is the best thing you can be. If you'd go to this school you'd see a bunch of the same. Who wants to be a clone? I was bullied for being different here
Others may just see a girl, beautiful and pure, But the moments when I look at you, I see so much more. For instance, I see shining stars dancing in your eyes, Though if I called them beautiful, they'd simply roll on by.
the heel of your shoe beneath my chin it rests, smothering all joy within and choking the breath containing my sin, or so called, by the unrest who with lonely lungs
Texas History Class in seventh grade blonde-haired blue-eyed coach is our teacher, hooray but what happens when he starts to talk about gays? to say that my cousin "Won't turn out right" because he has two mommys
  I have a magic power
#YOWO And I loved a girl with pain etched into her lips and death written along her soul. Art poured from her fingertips and poetry was carved into
I’ve known I was a boy since I was three years old It’s not only something I know It’s something I feel deep into the crevasses of my soul Most people don’t think twice of it
I like shopping a lot! Jeans, khakis, shorts: booty or not, skirts: long or short. The tops! Shirts V-neck, T, crop top, one shoulder, strapless, just bra, no bra!
My heart is slowly beating
I wish I could tell you about myself: that I love the whole spectrum of gender and that I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin that I want to peel it all away and become new
Straight girl walks in a crooked line Straight to hell, ignoring the signs. Nothing is straight under pressure, Living under a forever broken spine.   Straight talk isn't so straight anymore,
Love is Strong Love is Powerful Love is Free Yet is it judged Not being able to love whom we want for who we are But at the end Love will always concure those who judges
I really don't understand why I don't want a man. But I do have reasons for my attraction to females. I just love women. From the heat of their kiss. To the unintentional swaying of hips. In the French kiss, I get a strawberry flavor.
Since when does my sexuality effect Your well being, Your family, Your life. Since when does anyone's sexuality effect Your well being, Your family,  Your life. It's a matter of fact
She loved you,  Couldn't you see? From left to right,  Her heart was set on you. I write in awe,  But thankful I am. You were what once filled her heart, But now I am what love means to her.
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
sleeping with my mother in her wide bed, the cold windows shed blue radiance over our form. her sturdy arms were flung over me; here i was safe, comfortable like in a velvet cage.  
When did I start being fabulous? The moment I was conceived. That little lapse of time when my father’s sperm met my mother’s egg.  
“Why can’t you be a cute lesbian?” Mom asks, staring up at me while she lays in bed. “Why do you have to be butch?”   Do you not get I was made this way?
Eyes connect Shoulders rolling back Chest puffed out Plump lips of pure crimson Curling up in a seductive grin Beckoning that I come closer And closer still Breath quickening
As I sit there listening to them talk, I wonder am I good enough, To be apart of this family, That no longer know who I am, Or what I have become, A female apart of Humanity that is no longer understood, 
I sit in class and don't say a word.  When I do speak up, I go unheard. People say "I know who you are", but they really don't. They pretend they understand, but I'm afraid that they won't.
His arms tightly grasped His eyes filled with love His smile blooms His heart races He lowers his head Their lips meet quickly Just once A boy rushes around the corner
Take my hand again.It misses you, so much.It's lonely here withoutyou to share my tea.There's nothing to see.
There's a light in my heart And I want it to be voiced Just because I am different, does it mean I don't have a choice? Of who I love and who I don't Do I have to be straight to be normal?
As a child we learn about love, between a woman, a man and the sun. Pure and sweet as a dove, oh what a sick pun. No one taught me that song, I learned it on my own. Now you claim I am wrong?
She is Tall Brilliant Gorgeous Funny Amazing I am Average She is A girl who, when she says "hello" her smile is genuine And it makes your heart pound in your chest
Everything is fantastic, euphoric even.People who've been there from the start surround you,Laughing, joking, smiling, even mum is bragging.“Yeah, I have the best daughters ever.”
It's everyday nowI'm always the targetI didn't ask to be gay, it just happened.They always torment me, "You're gonna go to hell."He pushed me into the back corner"I can make you straight"
  Teacher, open your eyes! You are feeding them all lies! We are living in a society so enwrapped with gender, I imagine myself becoming a bender. Not only of rules, regulations, and taboo,
I've been raised in a world that dictates who you can love. Not by the foundation of their character, but the structure of their bodies.  A point where I feel ashamed to mention that the girl walking past me is beautiful.
 She opens my eyesto a new world,a new universe,full of happiness;happiness to be with the one I lovebut also, a new world fullof hurt.They are constantly staring,plotting against us,
I am not African American, I am not Caucasian, I am not Asian, And I sure as hell am not other. I’m just human.   But, where is that box I can check? The bubble I can circle in?
I feel your pain. I know the hate. I see the fate we're doomed to take. The cruel words. The harsh remarks. I share your scars, and broken hearts. We join hands. We stand tall.
Despite what people say, i'll have a daughter one day. Maybe not by birth, but i’ll say one day. She’ll have her mother’s eyes, of the color they’ll be.
What do I see? A world filled with hatred. I see a world were man can't be with man. They can't be seen holding hands. I see a world with double standards because if you're a lesbian it's cool.
  I never thought this would happen, They would say, "It doesn't exist," I knew they were full of it, after our first kiss. From that moment on, I knew Love could be, I never thought this would happen to me.
Once I was hurt, Once I was shattered, Once I was young & knew no better. Now that time has passed & I've had time to heal, The love she has shown me has never been so real.. (For Christina)
You'll forever by a fixture,In my paradoxical paradise,Dancing across my brain,Like a pantomimical parasite.
A poem by Alan Turing… Title: Who is Worthy?   Who can dictate whether or not an individual is worthy? Ignorant individuals view others based merely on their own journey.
      Since the dawn of time, critisizm, judgment, and alienation has been happening. Racism and hate has been spread.
With our fingers intertwined,our fate that forever binds,you are this love of mine.Bear in mind,though our hearts may not be combined,I will never leave you behind.In another state of mind,
I chose to be spat on in public.I chose to be called names.Fag. Dyke. Sinner. Abomination. Devil worshiper.Mistake.I chose to be hated by the ones I loved.I chose to be hated by the ones I trusted.
  Why does  looking at her  inspire this  feeling  in my mind  between my thighs  that i can't control 
  She woke me softly  Lips brushing my skin  Hands beginning to explore    The sun lighting the room gold 
The piano hovers above and around me The soft lilting music drifts into class the notes hang heavy and the sound drowns me out as the noise level shatters glass
Call me crazy to admit my past affiliations. Call me insane to pursue my aspirations. Shall I lose my sanity to issues of nonsence and dislocated tangents As I search for everlasting fullfillment?
It's a sinful inferno that blazes higher and higher, it takes a toll on my heart, it nearly tears me apart. People see angel wings, I only see other things like acid laced lips and,
When I look into the mirror I see me. I don't see 6 colors or 6 women, just 6 of me. But then I realize what you see in me. You've colored me a rainbow and that blinds you from the real me.
  The first time I admitted it was over text I knew I was about to make my life a mess "It gets better" was the chant I held on to the only way I could face that girl in school
I've searched my life’s peaks and hearts disappointments for gold, for money, power, fame. Drained, I can only see myself, in you.
Many are against what makes me me. Usually a pair of converse with cargo pants. A random hoodie that covers this head That holds these pretty cheap shades. The way I talk, How my voice projects.
Who I love should not define who
I am as a person.Why can you love her, 
butI can’t?What evolutionary methods refuse to releaseme from this cycle.Where can I go for my rights should not be a question.
Prop 8 You're so full of hate You f*cked up a state And forced us to wait   As bait for the courts You seemed easy to kill But not until bigots got their way Trying to "Pray away the gay"
  You ask why I write. I ask why do you care? It’s because words can affright, and make people stare. Words give me power, and other people hope.
Segregation reformed by lips laced with loquacious words,
Promoting the definition of separated girls and segregated worlds.Diffusing through hierarchical halls, paneled with the predecessors of freedom;
June 26, 2013 A date that changed everyone's lives but mine Because amongst this hurricane of excitement and acceptance My ship is stuck in port.   My anchor weighs heavy with fear and denial
The pen, oh the pen, you are mightier than the sword Words, they say, can never hurt, I don't think they've ever been betrayed. Just a few words, just a couple sentences, That's all it takes to ruin a life.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, In my heart, it is a simple matter. Or soul, the brain, the mind; Whichever you believe does the chatter. We paint it in red, purple, white, Some even coat it in blue
we didn’t start off as the hours on the phone type. both of us were completely comfortable in our own awkward silence. time was spent doing nothing most days. but it became something when beside her.
she had a stern brow. i could tell that the present was troubling her that she was stuck inside of her mind and there was no breaking free for now she was unapproachable
I smile outwardly to you because I don't need your pity, You see me as a happy, bubbly, and sparkling young woman. Did you ever realize that beyond my smile my eyes are filled with stories I'll never say with my lips?
They lock you up They take pieces of you Inch by inch Try to force you Into silence Into willful captivity Caged birds cannot fly But they can still sing Do not let your song be silenced
when the rain is falling and the night is heavy and the blankets arent enough to keep you warm ill pull you closer and hug you tighter and whisper words to remind you I am forever yours
If I were one for praying, If I were to supplicate the gods, I would ask them to deliver me to you So that I may be humbled in the presence Of a beauty akin to that of the divine.
I promise I love you this is not a mindless behavior cuz my mind been made up even before we made love before our lips even touched the day we matched eyes my world was turned up for the best thing that could ever come my way your smile always bri
I have a voice; Strong and loud. Can make people listen, People in the crowd. I know right from wrong; I'm not sitting in a cloud. I'll scream till you hear me; Scream really loud!
Sometimes certain situations are just so hard to deal with, other situations are easy, but the hard ones teach you a lesson in life, weather its for the worst or the better.
Love blossoming like the red rose, wrapping me up for you like the tieing of bows. Kisses are gifts that presents hold, asking to be with you would be a fleet so bold. Chocolate is said to bring out euphoric love,
I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus Friends pass me and time shifts Is it not the success that people want? Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive Unjust it truly is,
Dear Mom Remember that you love me And please don't try to change me But I have something to say That may shift How you see
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It's hate versus love everyday, the slow decay of the human race, racing to save, the bit of humanity that's left, right from the start they said it was wrong to be gay.
I like this guy, I like him a lot in fact he already holds a place in my heart. I wonder and ponder what he thinks of me in the end it is me he doesn’t see. So I wait by the shore hoping someday he'd want more.
I look back at the few years in my life and I imagine what it would have been like to NOT have gone through what I did to become the person I am today. Mistreated. Abused.
Living in confusion? I know who I like. She, her. She, her. Keeping to myself. I am judged by the judged, I am strangled by religion. Beat me up and break me down. I am still alive.
I am a girl who loves a girl And believes in the Bible too There’s a fight in my head It’s not a fight to the death It’s a fight to realize who Knows what it means to love. Man shall not lay with man
I press my ear to the earth And hear the laughter From that sunny day we spent Sitting against the bricks While you attempted to unleash Your inner artist
Shadows run deep throughout my soul like interstates. They converge into the darkness that creates me. The one thing that's really funny is.... That the creator of my creators were created by you.
Love is love “Gender doesn’t define love.” Why is it people judge what they don’t understand? Homo, faggot, dyke, queer! Out of all the pain we mostly hold in fear. We endure and we take all we can.  
Everyone Has Their Story, So Here's Mine...
I rather be called handsome than beautiful I rather be called he than she And i rather you say his than hers Not miss but sir you don't know how it feels How it feels to feel this hurt
There are people under the steeple Who can’t keep their eyes off the peep-hole. Why are their minds so weak and feeble? It’s misunderstood, so deem it evil. Mr. Man sits in Congress so regal,
I want to be the smile that spreads across your face. I want to be the one that no one can replace. I want to be your dreams when your sleeping alone at night. It doesn't matter if they think it's wrong or right.
They scorn us, love, we're outlaws on the run, looking for a place to call home, where we are accepted. Can it be, we will always be rejected? Just because we are different from the others?
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