If I kiss a woman, I am a lesbian If I kiss a man, I am straight I have this illogical need to scream at the heavens from atop a cliff To scream I’m here in this world; I exist! To say I am just bisexual is wrong To say that certain aspect of me is the most oppressed is wrong I am a woman, I am bisexual, I have tourettes, I have depression I could go on for hours saying I ams Saying statements that describe me I am oppressed and stereotyped by the society I live in So why is being bisexual the one I defend the most? I asked myself this daily Until I found the answer Every other fact about me is undeniable; I have a ****** I have diagnoses That is tangible evidence I have no sheet of paper with a signature of some fancy M.D. Nor do I have some body part that labels me as bisexual There is no definite way to tell if I am bisexual Which makes it easier for people to say You’re just confused or It’s just a phase And no matter how often I say it’s not; they won’t believe me They don’t believe me because I don’t have the evidence they want I don’t have an M.D.’s signature I don’t have that ‘bisexual bodypart’ All I have is my own knowledge And I don’t give a **** if that’s not good enough for you Because I do exist And I am here to stay
This is an old poem that I wrote quite a while ago. I think some people may enjoy it.