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Gabrielle EH Sep 2015
I see you hand in hand with her
Then you say I’m cute
And maybe I’m not like your other girls
But I still know what you’ll do
You’re never quite tied down
It’s like you wanna date the whole town

But I won’t be your accessory
I don’t wanna be on your arm
Better turn around, boy
And turn off the charm
It might’ve worked on other girls
But not this time
Cause I won’t be the accessory
To your heartbreak crime.

I don’t need the stab in my heart
When I realize I’m not the only one.
This time I can be smart
By the time you come knocking
And be already gone

I won’t be your accessory
I don’t wanna be on your arm
Better turn around, boy
And turn off the charm
It might’ve worked on other girls
But not this time
Cause I won’t be the accessory
To your heartbreak crime.

Did you really expect
That I’d come running over?
Boys like you never
Know who’ll they’ll hurt
I used to ignore
The unwritten code
But when you do the same with her
It only gets me burned

So I won’t be your accessory
I don’t wanna be on your arm
Better turn around, boy
And turn off the charm
It might’ve worked on other girls
But not this time
Cause I won’t be the accessory
To your heartbreak crime.
One of my better breakup songs.
Gabrielle EH Sep 2015
In seventh grade I think I found the real me
While grappling with questions of to be or not to be
Thought I might like girls and ignored it for years
But all of these choices have led me here
Sort of a mess but learning to be complete
Refusing to bow at anyone’s feet

After all this time
I will let love win
Because there’s no such thing
As just hating the sin
All I’ve done is love too much
And be told I’m not enough
And it’s time to fight the narrative
It’s time to truly live

I live in a world where I’m told I’m broken
For being gay, Jewish, female and not hating it
For not pushing away my truth
For not listening to you
But I won’t define myself
Through the bigotry of others
Anything that will be washed away
Is between me and g-d.

After all this time
I will let love win
Because there’s no such thing
As just hating the sin
All I’ve done is love too much
And be told I’m not enough
And it’s time to fight the narrative
It’s time to truly live

I don’t need a savior to be forgiven and loved
And though I think there’s someone above
Who might send fire, might send plagues
I must believe there’s only love beyond the grave
I won’t crack, won’t bow, won’t apologize
For letting my light shine through from inside
If you don’t agree you can step aside
Because being broken for who you love is a lie

After all this time
I will let love win
Because there’s no such thing
As just hating the sin
All I’ve done is love too much
And be told I’m not enough
And it’s time to fight the narrative
It’s time to truly live
Ranty feelings of a bisexual Jewish girl...yeah. Possibly a little inspired by Angel Haze's Same Love freestyle?
  Jan 2015 Gabrielle EH
Quiet
You say you accept us?

Why the hell do you use 'that's gay' as an insult if you're so accepting?

And when are you going to learn that there's more than just gay and straight. Just like there's more than black and white, and there's more than ignorance, though I rarely see it!

And if you think the word '******' is ok, then walk away because we're gonna have a problem.

You have it so easy.

Do we walk around asking you why you chose to be straight?

Should we?

DO YOU GET FORCED INTO ******* CONVERSION THERAPY LIKE OH NO, WAIT, YOU'RE STRAIGHT? TSK TSK LITTLE BOY. GAY IS THE NORM, BEING STRAIGHT IS JUST A PHASE!

No!

You don't.

And I may be wrong, but has anyone ever slit their throat because someone was like 'oh, you're straight'?

Probably not, right?

So get out of my face unless you're going to accept us, because there shouldn't even be a question about this! We just like different people.

Stop making us afraid, stop using our sexuality as a weapon, stop questioning us, just stop.
Inspired by Denice Trohman's slam poem.

And also by Leelah Alcorn's suicide. Rest in power.
Gabrielle EH Jan 2015
This is how it starts.
You smile. Mumble some excuse about why you're here.
It's only an excuse. You meant to be there.
He holds the door open, and you walk through.

This is how it starts.
You smile. Remember some inside joke. Tell him, "don't you remember..."
He remembers, and your heart hurts.

This is how it starts.
You smile. Know it's all wrong. Don't care, because it feels right.
It feels right to him, too. It always did.

This is how it starts.
You frown. Your friends tell you stories. Stories you remember.
They're wrong they're wrong they're wrong. They don't understand.
It feels right again. It always did.

This is how it starts.
You frown. There's a blip. You don't tell your friends. They don't need to know.
It feels right again. Doesn't it?

This is how it starts.
You cry. His eyes were on fire. He said words.  Words he swore he never would.
It doesn't feel right again.

This is how it starts.
You cry. You tear up photos. Blast "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together".
It feels wrong again. It always did.

This is how it starts.
But this time it'll end.
Gabrielle EH Aug 2014
You’re the one who made him this way
And he wouldn’t have changed if you’d stayed
He would’ve thrived, wouldn’t be starved for love
But you thought a year and a half was enough

You walked away without a glance or goodbye
And you couldn’t even look him in the eye
You were the first one he loved and you tore him apart
Ran away while stomping on his heart
The ring on your finger said forever
You so-called father

You don’t even call him on his birthday each year
And by age 16 he’d long learned to hide his tears
Locked up his heart in a place you couldn’t touch
And breaking one girl’s heart wasn’t enough

He walked away without a glance or goodbye
And he couldn’t even look me in the eye
Fooled me then tore me apart
Ran away while stomping on my heart
You could’ve raised him so much better
You so-called father

I see all the charm, all the lost potential
Because he used it to make me wait for a call
I just hope he won’t become like you
That he’ll really mean it when he says I do

That someday he won’t need to say goodbye
That every day he can look her in the eye
That he won’t run away and push them apart
That he’ll prove me wrong and have a heart
That one day he’ll mean it when he says forever
That he won’t be another so-called father
Because all you ever were was a so-called father
Well, this is a sad one. Sorry! True story. Late night thinking is fun...not.
  Aug 2014 Gabrielle EH
Zev
A girl born with a tremor in her heart
The doctors say she'll stop growing
at six months old.
The mother feeds her and feeds her
she is seven years old
and still growing every day
stronger and stronger.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
A young boy is all alone
His parents died in a car crash
when he was only eight.
Yet he is not sad
He said goodbye
Once by their hospital beds
Where they squeezed his hands
Even though they were asleep
and once at their graves
where he felt their ever watchful gaze.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
She is thirteen when the first cut was made
Not on her skin but on her heart
where no one but her could see.
But they multiplied and multiplied
Until they were visible to the naked eye
And everyone saw what she had done
so she talked and explained
she is on the mend.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
He fell and fell
Into the darkest pits of Hell
but he did not lie.
He stood and he climbed
Climbed out of the pit
Swearing he would win the battle
And in the end the war
he made it out of the darkness
he won.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
A girl kidnapped at four
Escaped her prison at twenty-four
before she made it to the nearest phone
she ran into her father.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
They are old and weary
Ready to move to the next phase in life
they feel they have truly lived.
There are scars  on their body
Some self inflicted
Others inflicted by life
Their eyes are bright
But haunted  by what they have seen
From heaven to hell
And back to heaven again
They are still haunted by hell
This person is dying
But they are not scared
they are surrounded by those they love
and pass in happiness.
Look me in the eye
and tell me that you don't believe
in miracles.
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