They tell me that I am beautiful.
They tell me "we love you no matter what" and then ask me if I know that...
I always reply yes although in the back of my wondering mind I question if they'd love me if they knew...
Knew that I love a her.
Would they still find me beautiful?
Would they find who and what I am as beautiful...
Could they love me if... they truly knew me?
I finally decided to find out, but before I could even tell them... my brother had already put the true me on display for them to spit upon.
That day I found that no matter what others think if I love myself I will always be accepted.
They beat me every day after that almost to death...
But yet still said we love you.... you know this right?
They called my love a disease.
As if you could treat someone for homosexuality.
They acted afraid to touch me or even breathe the same air that I do, like being a lesbian was a contagious disease that was fatal.
The only thing they failed to realize is the only disease that was contagious and fatal in this whole situation was their hatred.
Discrimination and hatred towards something becomes airborne off of the lips of an ignorant being who is too simple to understand the complexity of love.
Too blind by what they deem "the right way to love is"
A man and a woman only, they say.
Well here is something that might educate you on love.
Love is something that two or more human beings feel for each other and express by having a dedicated relationship.
Love owns no gender, but only possibility.
There are endless possibilities for love.
Some love the same ***, some love the opposite ***, and some people don't feel comfortable in their own skin because they were meant to be the opposite ***. Either way their story goes, love is a beautiful and miraculous gift that some people miss out on due to the constant putting down from their own species about something that isn't even any other persons business.
What does it matter if I have a woman sleeping in my arms at night or if it's a man.
Maybe I don't feel comfortable in my own skin because I trusted "them" enough to share a piece of my heart with them and they spit in my face rejecting everything that I ever was and am...
Through all of the pain and heartache I found that their opinions are insignificant to my life.
I am me and I am proud because I look around me and there are so many other young LGBTQIA members who are petrified of coming out of this imaginary closet that is full of all of the evil and demeaning things that society might have to say.
Now I stand up and say don't be shamed of who you are, embrace yourself and love who you are.
That closet grows daily, indulging in our pain and hurt...
When all that we need to do is love one another, because no matter what anyone thinks, you are an extraordinary person.
Now, "they" have accepted me and are once again apart of my family.
But I will never forget my true family in the LGBTQIA society...
Where I never was disapproved of.
Where I found my home, in her arms.