Madolyn 2d
That word brings me back
to crouching behind my grandma’s couch
listening to my uncle yell at my cousin
that she couldn’t go to her friend’s uncles’ house
just because there were two of them
And I remember realizing
that my family might hurt me
if I ever came out to them

That word brings me back
to 2 am in bed
tears in my eyes
trying to convince myself
that my feelings were real
and hoping that they weren’t

That word brings me back
to walking through the hallway
and listening to other teens
spew hate and slurs
not knowing how much it hurt

That word brings me back
to sitting in a church I had never been in
listening to the pastor preach and yell
about how God hated
and I felt all my future plans of coming out
go down the drain

That word brings me back
to reading hundreds of news stories
about how people like me were killed
just because they were different
and wanted to love and exist
in a way that was different

That word brings me back
to hiding books I wanted to buy
from my parents view
just because the characters
were LGBTQ

That word brings me back
to so many different places
and all that they have in common
is that they cause me pain
so I’m sorry that I don’t think
that slurs can be reclaimed
especially when you still use it
in a derogatory way
You can probably guess what the word is. I don’t like it when people use slurs around me, as you can see. I guess this is an explanation why
Madolyn 2d
Sometimes I wish
I told that girl from Georgia
that her hair always looked perfect
and her smile lit up her face
in the most beautiful way

I loved spending time with her
even researching the most bloody topic
and cringing away from the blood
if only I had the courage
to talk to her outside of class

that day on the trawling boat
leaning against the shady glass
and talking about anything and everything
I felt my heart grow
just a little bit too much
as I told her
how much I loved her drawing
and when I held her hand
leading her down into the boat
when she felt sea sick

I was a cowardly girl
not confident in my own feelings
or even my ability to be loved
so I shut my mouth
and never spoke a word
to that Georgia girl
about how amazing she was
and how I would’ve liked to hold her
I have some regrets about not telling a girl I liked her
Musings that never found a home in a completed poem


      and he swears he saw a million futures in his eyes and they all led back to him


      his eyes were like the middle of an ocean; calm and steady to expertly mask the worlds of chaos underneath


      to trust is to give away a piece of your heart and hope its new owner doesn’t crush it between their teeth


      and you wonder if telling the truth and cleaning your conscience is worth breaking your own heart


     he almost made her believe that, that she was brilliant. she wanted to believe it, but she knew better
As she stares at the stars and you stare at her,
You wonder what she sees in them.
It’s the stars that make her smile like that.
You want to wash your hair with stardust,
Wear a necklace of a shimmering constellation,
Shove entire planets in your eyesockets,
And burst into a girl-supernova
So that maybe, just maybe, she will love you, too.
you look at her and you see a fucking /ocean/
and not an ocean of pain, a sea of sorrow, like you see yourself

you look at her ocean and see coral reefs teeming with /life/ and /possibility/ and /beauty/

you look at her and you see a pristine mountain spring you mustn't tarnish with the pollutant that is you

your fingers ache to be allowed to just graze her surface, calm and still, like a mirror, but you'd leave ripples if you did

to you, she is a river in which you would willingly drown, but to her, you are but a raindrop haphazardly landing where you may

to her, you are just another girl
Squeamish much?

Did he really think he could call my bluff?

By the way his shoulders fold out to hide his face I assume he sought

Now he's cleaning his mess from the floor, shattered like red rubies

Because he was referring to God but only saw himself in my shades as he accused me

And morality falters with every exhale he can muster

The thought of ripping his spine out, God knows would satisfy my interest in watching him suffer

He stood before me and spat how I was a waste of a woman

Because I prefer soft hands and collarbones, with love as passionate as a dressing room kiss

I said it's perpetually misunderstood in all of its bliss, my preference doesn't hold you liable

Neither, your ignorance

Something about the power invested in the moan of a woman, the throb in my heart causes my blood to flow hotter and brighter

He said its blasphemy, frowned upon in the Bible

So I took his girlfriend for a joyride and taught her how to really smile
I am not at fault.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Why am I being treated as though I did?

Stop it with the pity and the shame.
I am not ashamed. I don't need pity.
Especially not yours.

Life is messed up, but I am not.

One in five. one in five. ONE IN FIVE
One in five LGBTQ+ people have been mistreated because of their sexual orientation. It's not that hard to find these statistics. Look it up. Look up anything about LGBTQ+ people and I'm sure you'll find mistreatment.
I'm sure you'll find harm.
I'm sure you'll find that they harm themselves.
Because they feel at fault.
It's not their fault that they feel a common emotion towards another person you, selfish, close-minded..

Four in five. four in five. FOUR IN FIVE
Don't talk about it.
The way they were mistreated.
If you don't really get that
If you can't  really fathom that
Almost all of them
Almost every single one of these people that have been mistreated don't even talk about it they don't reach out they don't tell

of LGBTQ+ people in school are bullied
Are mistreated
Are hurt
Are mocked
Are called names
In school.
Yeah, bullying happens all the time over stupid shit. All the time. Wearing glasses, looking different, being gay.
I get it.
It happens.
Nearly half.

"72 countries criminalise same-sex relationships ...
The death penalty is either ‘allowed’, or evidence of its existence occurs, in 8 countries
In more than half the world, LGBT people may not be protected from discrimination by workplace law
Most governments deny trans people the right to legally change their name and gender from those that were assigned to them at birth
Between 2008 and 2014, there were 1,612 trans people were murdered across 62 countries - equivalent to a killing every two days
A quarter of the world’s population believes that being LGBT should be a crime"

Oh hey, just some statistics. Isn't that interesting. Isn't it cool to take a step back and check that out. That's pretty crazy huh? Pretty outrageous. But, you know, maybe if you weren't such a

I did nothing
I tried to stop it.
I tried.
But how can you stop

People are hurting
People are dying
People are being killed
People are killing themselves

Stop it with the pity and the shame.

We are not to blame.
All statistics were taken from this website.
Oh how I love her
lines do blur as I hear her laugh
causing my heart to melt
in a way I cannot understand.
the urge to protect her unlike any love
I often wonder what her skin would feel like against mine
but I am not allowed to have her
I see her everyday

Sometimes I feel suffocated
maybe the closeness we have is more painful
I know in moments of stress I cannot handle her habits
But as I wrap my hands around her shirt
and I drive hours to see her smile
I can’t help but wonder if this love will ruin me
As the last love did
more gay...
Brielle F Feb 27
i need to feel a thrill
i need to do   something

so i type:
           i’m   in   love   with   you
as a drafted text
and don’t send it,
just let it sit there,
on the tip of my tongue
balanced at the boundary
between safe and insane.

i need to do    something
so i let her name fall from my lips,
over and over again
and the ache spreads
from my heart
to my veins,
throbbing in my pulse
it’s all  want   and   need  
all i feel is you
                     and you
                          a n d y o u
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