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l i z a May 2014
community.
it’s what i strive for.
community..
what there is now
is not what i fight for.
i never thought that visibility
would mean so much to us
that it would drive us away from
the cause we suffer to love.

we suffer to love
bc rewards dont mean a thing
not until our freedom is won
until all equality is achieved

you can throw me bouquets
chant my name and flair
but i pray to my siblings
they’d pull me out of there
distractions are temptations
to get lost in temporary pleasures
only to come back to reality after
i’ll start to forget the fading laughter
written in 2012
l i z a May 2014
Remember when our backyard was
 a jungle paradise?

The trees’ fruits would feed us alone.
We’d be like lost children,
 hiding up in the branches.

One with our mother nature.

But now we’re growing up,

and the trees are being cut down.

All those tender moments have become

tantalizing memories now.
l i z a May 2014
Closest thing to romantic I’ve felt were the times I’ve made you laugh
No other sign of affection meant more to me
Than that of us making spontaneous sounds while showing the ****** and body movements we’d make out of
Not being able to hold it in
I love our sense of humor
Cuz when we laughed together
It made me feel younger
each day
I wish that for you,
it did the same.
Isn’t that love in a way?

— The End —