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Jazzy-Goats Apr 2020
If my parents knew...
If only my parents knew...
The secrets my mind holds so tight
I wouldn't be a smart child anymore.
I would just be a gay disappointment.

disappointment...
disappointment...
I would be the disappointment that they'd hate
that they'd equate
to the moldy bread, they once ate.

I'd be the trash they burn in the pit on the hill.
I'd be the bubble gum stuck to the bottom of their shoe.
I'd be the pesky fly they try so desperately to ****.
I'd be the gross tobacco that my Dad chews.

Who would win?
Me or some hobo on the street?
Well, where have you been?
Who would want to meet?

You see to them...
Me... or some hobo.
I would be condemned.
Because the hobo isn't ****.

****...
****...
I'm a "****"?
I prefer the term, Lesbian
This is my first poem published here. Hopefully, someone can relate.
Kitten Yvad Mar 2019
I'm in a world where
I’m curled up in your
Raven hair
and I’m free to be here

You’d want to be near me.
You’d stop doing all the
things that scare me and
just hold me
fold me and keep me on your
person

What could be worse
than being eons away
I could have anything at all
and I’d still be cold this way
You could have folded me
And held me on your person
molded me any way you liked
then told me

Raven’s hair in your
Forrested eyes tell me
“you are mine, don’t ask why…
Because the Night

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