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LS Jun 2015
Be who you want to be.
Love who you want to love.

Wear what you want,
Kiss who you want,
Say what you want.

It doesn't matter if you
Are straight or lesbian
Or gay or bi or trans
Or ace or pan.

It doesn't matter if you
Are white or black
Or Asian or Mexican.

Be who you want to be.
Own who you are.
And if you have to burn a few
Bridges to become who you
Truly are,

Then those bridges that were burned
Never really mattered
In the first place.
I told my best friend I might start dressing less girly and she got upset. Told me I still like girly clothes to which I responded "I'll dress manly sometimes and girly on other days" she told me that'd be weird and just not right.
Chloe May 2015
So if I kiss a man I am undeniably   straight.
Yet if I kiss a woman I am incomprehensively gay.
And thus if I kiss a man it's a beautiful thing.
But yet if I kiss a woman, then it's a beautiful sin.

It's obvious that I'm apparently different.
But people are just so seemingly ignorant.
I live in a world where general acceptance is hard.
Thus so for me opening the doors that society has barred.

Learning to evolve in life is never easy.
But I am human and entitled to equality.
Therefore when you look at me please think logically.
For I am nor a stranger or a child gone crazy.

I am a human and refuse to be used and ignored.
I deserve to be treated like the girl I am and was before.
An independent, normal, loved and accepted one.
Acting like myself without being rejected and reduced to none.

For if I am gay,  I am illogically  normal.
Yet if I am straight, I am undeniably  normal.
And If I am bi or transexual, I am irregularly normal.
Yet I am human, So thus I AM NORMAL.
pipparich May 2015
To love the man
And love the woman
I find it so frustrating we are not all like this
Why do we deny our feelings
Why do you hide as straight
I often don't know the orientation of the person I am speaking with
And why does it matter
What implications does it have anyway
Am I ****** for loving
For caring and caressing
For confiding and subsiding
I feel no restraint
I feel no need to hide
I am open and proud of who I am

Bisexual
bisexual
I'm lesbian so what
I'm gay so what
I'm bisexual so what
I'm ******* transgender so what
At least i know who the **** I am
I'm pansexual so what
I'm ******* me
I'm myself
If you don't like it
I love it
If you don't care
I cherish it forever
If you hate me
I love you
I'm LGBT
Who the **** are you
Hahaha
Yasha Harkness Apr 2015
The box is shut
She begs you for a reaction,
to want her to stay,
to promise you'll make an effort.
But the Box is shut.

He asks you to stay,
to accept his love,
and bear his child.
But the Box stays shut.

They break your heart,
when they leave,
because they don't need you.
You open the Box this time.
This heart joins
the broken parts of you
you kept inside.

**Once Again.
The Box is shut.
LjMark Apr 2015
We're pushed away and stepped over
When we're not being scoffed at and ridiculed
We wonder where our strength comes from
How we get up over and over and over again

Trans or Gay, or sometimes both
We all get treated the same
Hurt by words that get thrown at us
So often that only tears remain

But strong we are, those that are left
Too many gone, from pain and distrust
We take a breath, wipe off the spit
And keep fighting to live another day

The world cries for unity, for rights and equality
But somehow we always seem to lose
The rights and equality seemed destined for us
Given to those the majority choose to see

We sink in our hearts, hold on to each others hands
Dreary of the battle, left empty from the fight
Trans and Gay, stand arm in arm
Ready for tomorrow, hoping for an end to the fight.

by Lj Mark, 2015
Yasha Harkness Apr 2015
I do desire that we may be better strangers.
Your ill-bred humor disgusts me.
You take too many familiarities with my person.
No I am not your lady.
Nor am i, and never will be your 'darling.'
You are the wrong shape
The wrong size
The wrong class
The wrong gender.
I prefer the company of my own kind.
Leave me be.
inspired by all the Victorian novels I've been reading lately
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