For the last time I saw you
For the last time we spoke,
You were sick
I was young and didn't understand.
Until.
Until you passed.

You were dying,
I didn't know

The feeling of your hands on my back was comforting,
The way you told me everything was okay when they fought
The way you held me and covered my ears.
You fought the battle you knew you would never win
Yet you acted as if all was okay
You acted as you were not sick

You stayed strong for me
For me and the young ones
You were our savior.

Mom blames her problems on you
Because you left us
and I tried to tell her
I tried to tell her you fought the battle you knew that you wouldn't win
And your strong for that
I love you ♥
I'm always looking for you
Flying overhead
Your wings spread wide
Your halo shining so bright
Your smile every time we came over
I want to see you again
we had so many memories
But I knew eventually
Eventually this would happen
It didn't matter if you won the battle or not
you would pass one day
you would be in a place of peace and painless
I love you ♥
(❁´◡'❁)

Me and You
We fit like puzzle pieces
They try to put you with other Pieces
But my Piece is the only one that will fit with yours
Once you put our pieces together our puzzle is complete
All we needed was each other
All we need is to be put together
So our pieces connect
So our puzzle will be complete
And then
And only then
Will our puzzle be complete
You're the puzzle piece I was missing
I was the puzzle piece you were missing
We found each other
But you needed time
So I'll give you time
(´▽'ʃ♡ƪ)

My Mother used to tell me,
"When a boy picks on you, he likes you"
She told me this every time I would come home and tell her a boy was being mean or bullying me.
Eventually other Girls started picking on me,
But this time when I told my Mother about it,
She told the principal.
How does it work?
I get picked on by a Boy, my Mother tells me they like me.
But when other girls pick on me. She reports them?
She tells me Girls should not like girls,
and Boys should not like boys
She tells me a girl is meant to grow into a women and become a mother
She tells me a Boy is meant to grow into a man and become a Father and a hard working man,
to be able to come home and have a warm cooked meal on his table not matter what time he comes home.
That's what I have been taught.
But when I went to middle school,
I seen boys dating boys and girls dating girls
I learned that what my Mother told me was not true.
I went to high school.
I seen young men dating other young men
and young women dating other young women
I seen people who wore all black and was picked on for what they wore.
I didn't know which group I belonged too
I joined the Girls and boys who wore all black,
There I made real friends
I learned there was this society called LGBTQ
I learned that a boy who wanted to be a girl was called Transgender.
And a girl who liked girls was called Lesbian.
I learned that a boy who liked boys was called gay.
And a girl who like both girls and boys was called bisexual.
But when I told them that what they were saying was not true and it should not be like that.
They looked at me funny so I told them what my Mother said;
one of the girls cried;
the others look sorry,
This is when I learned the sad truth.
The truth my Mother said was wrong,
The one I wanted to be apart of.
But I got scolded by my mother for wanting to be like them.

I was one of them