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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
Me, Craving the flesh Of sunset lavender Tasting Bruises from Drunken collisions Willow wheat hair
I'm smiling on the outside,
A box is So sharp So straight So square Too big The interior shifts around Unable to find its place Too small The interior doesn’t fit Because it’s too abstract
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.
You use the word "Queer" you hope the picture is painted clear you judge off of looks instead of the books homophobia is real they make such a big deal they are people too
A lot of monsters roll my way;It’s really hard to make them go away.
never did i think i could be one of those people the people who love... differently. never before did i think id experience feelings for that of the same sex though now i find it somewhat rediculous.
Change. Such a broad word, for such a monumental feat. The key to change is tolerance.
If asked to change a thing or say
I climbed up the mountain, the day was blue. Sprinkled in gold and burned with truth. The sun shone as I reached my goal. The peak loomed, then welcomed and called me home.