She only saw the duplicity
of men and how they treat
they treat their ***** as
both a compass and
a weapon of conquest
and scepters of power.

It didn't occur to her
that they might also
use them to please her
and her, of all the women
in the word) alone.

  ~mce

My sexuality isn't something you get to determine.

Nor something you get to judge me for.

Nor something you get to passive-aggressively hate on.

My sexuality is, however, something wonderful.

It is fluid.

It is something I am discovering uninhibitedly.

There is no need to define it.

Plus, trying to define it is what has caused

me untold anguish in the past anyway.

If the label on a bottle of poison were more pretty,
More people would choose it over the ugly antidote.
This is a problem we face,
When the vision is blurry.

We like to fracture vision
Into labeled science fiction
Preach a separation
Between a you and an I
A sea and a sky

We like to hogtie matter
Into a mine and his
Telling anecdotes
Like land plotted write-ups
As though earth should be taught to divide

"So you like boys AND girls?!!"

"You must get laid all the time!"

"Which do you like more??"

"So.. What are you any way?"*

Questions.
Stupid questions repeatedly asked because
My sexuality is deemed important to others whom consider themselves curious.
Because since I know that love is equal and
Can be given to any gender or no gender at all,
But all people talk of is

Labels

I have been confused as bisexual, lesbian, and straight. I have been called a deviant,
A *****,
A disgrace;
All because I chose love over labels,
I chose happiness.