If I kiss a woman, I am a lesbian
If I kiss a man, I am straight
I have this illogical need to scream at the heavens from atop a cliff
To scream I’m here in this world; I exist!
To say I am just bisexual is wrong
To say that certain aspect of me is the most oppressed is wrong
I am a woman, I am bisexual, I have tourettes, I have depression
I could go on for hours saying I ams
Saying statements that describe me
I am oppressed and stereotyped by the society I live in
So why is being bisexual the one I defend the most?
I asked myself this daily
Until I found the answer
Every other fact about me is undeniable;
I have a ******
I have diagnoses
That is tangible evidence
I have no sheet of paper with a signature of some fancy M.D.
Nor do I have some body part that labels me as bisexual
There is no definite way to tell if I am bisexual
Which makes it easier for people to say You’re just confused or It’s just a phase
And no matter how often I say it’s not; they won’t believe me
They don’t believe me because I don’t have the evidence they want
I don’t have an M.D.’s signature
I don’t have that ‘bisexual bodypart’
All I have is my own knowledge
And I don’t give a **** if that’s not good enough for you
Because I do exist
And I am here to stay

I should not look,
She is a girl,
And so am I,
But she is pretty.

He is hot,
I kinda like him,
But I may not,
For he is a boy like me.

A girl and a boy,
Both loved,
Not by eachother,
But by me.

I look in the mirror,
See a body,
But it is not me,
Just my (fe)male version.

Do you ever wonder what it's like to love yourself?
To be completely at peace with who you are inside and out?

I cover my body fully.
     Long sleeves.
     Tights.
     Gloves.
No one can see my skin.

You cannot see my arms and the scars I hide.
You cannot see my legs and the scars I hide.
You cannot see my stomach and the scars I hide.

Let alone the fresh cuts.

So tell me again that I do it for the attention.
When I don’t show you the pain I give myself.

The face and body of a million others
because of the 21st chromosome.
The movements and quirks of a million others
because of a little spectrum.
The testers and medication of a million others
because of a tiny chemical.
Down syndrome. Autism. Diabetes.

The most loving person I know.

Do you ever feel like you dont belong?

Look around and feel like everything is all wrong?

That you can't fit with all your crazy dreams?

And that maybe this isn't really you're scene?

But not as in a bad way
But more as in a good

Like you have known your life has been somehow off

Like you believed more then your friends

Or maybe that you knew you were just a little different

Have you ever looked around and wondered why light has become your enemy?

You may be broken
But you can now see

You may have fallen deep
But you can still be set free

Because there's a little saying you should know

It might be common to those around

That god knows

Even angels fall