The term Bisexual
was coined in 1824.
Back in the days,
when Gender meant
what was in your pants,
not in your head.
Don’t try to tell me I am Pan!
Don’t bring me back to the stone ages,
When I tell you who I am.
Why do I say I’m Bi?
People then understand what I am,
Instead of trying to say I **** pans.
Because It feels just right,
Not too uncaring, not too tight.
Because I am bisexual,
And my love is my right.

I prefer not to label myself.
I like to think I'm just a human, no need for any other descriptions.
But considering the occasion - the label my sexuality fits into is bisexual.
I am not ashamed.
I am me.
I love who I love.
I am bisexual.
I am human.

it took me years
for me to face my fears
to realize that it is okay
to be bisexual

it took you a second
to spit out words of blame
now all I hear is,
the ringing of "wrong"
and the beat of "stupid"
a string of sharp knives
come right at my heart

I'm starting to cry
and ask myself why
is it so wrong to be me?