This isn't a poem. It's just a post of gratitude.

I want to thank all of my friends for being so supportive over the past two months. There have been high ups and low, low downs, but you've been there every step of the way. You've been building me up and reminding me that what I did was a good decision. Not only that, but you've also supported me in my new relationship. I've received constant "I can tell he makes you really happy" and "This is the happiest I've seen you in a long time and I know it's because of him". You will never know how appreciated those simple phrases are. They mean that you continue to love me, no matter who I am with or what decisions I choose to make for myself.
Thank you. Thank you. **Thank you.

I want summer --
no stares from kids I don't know,
no glares from kids I unfortunately do.

what's best is that we've all been on that bathroom floor
the whole world, the whole world, has open and closed doors.

You're lucky, at least you have someone. Most of us have no one at all.

I bid you all a fond farewell
As these bones turn to dust in capitalist shackles.
No more will my voice be silenced
By gender roles and repression.
My foremothers gave me my rights nearly a century ago
And you still act like it’s pocket change.
No more.

I will rise above this consumerist nation
And be heard.
Feminism means equality, not women over men.
Don’t take offense when I lock my car doors.
You’ve proven yourselves untrustworthy.
“Not all men.”
But enough men.

I am not backing down; I am not giving in.
I am breaking free of conformity,
Barely comfortable in the skin you told me was imperfect.
Flip-flopping your beliefs; I am never good enough for you.
But I will always be good enough for myself.

"A masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off and the room is empty."

God gave the wisemen their wisdom,
and to the poets their dreams.
To father and mother, their love for each other
but He left me out, so it seems.

I went around brokenhearted
thinking life was an empty affair
but when God gave me you,
it was then that I knew,
He'd given me more than my share.

little, and broken, but good
yeah, still good

It's pouring now, but dim
Eerie blue light on my walls
Hum of the fishtank reverberating
Fan is creaking simply slow
My quilt does nothing for cold
But serves to only protect me
I am lonely. I am lonely.