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We walk over Stone Walls Wielding 'weapons' of rainbow flags. Yet who gets to decide what are weapons and what are Self-defence? We walk over Stone Walls Wielding 'weapons' of yelling "Love is Love" Yet who gets to decide what are weapons and what are Self-assurance? We walk over Stone Walls Wielding 'weapons' of blue, pink and white banners Yet who gets to decide what are weapons and what are Self-expression? We walk with Stonewall - the one we built - and Wield banners and flags and our Voices Who tell you to change past mistakes that were not mistakes Because they were intentions carved into laws to harm. And why should past faults of ours Hurt people Miles away? We stand on Stone Walls we built So we can be seen from even all the way over there In Commonwealth who lack the currency of Love for people's Differences We walk onto our Stonewalls And tell you to change outdated rules. Laws are meant to make, not break. Make Equality, don't Break it.
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2h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
Walking Over Stonewalls
The street outside the window With lights and stars, one little moon All the lanterns shining bright “What is wrong with you?” The small and crumbled light Flickers out of sight It’s scared, it’s lonely and it’s dim The different lantern stays within Too scared, too worried to be different The lantern sighed and cried, It looked up at the stars above The shiny little drops of heat A shooting star came flying down The lantern wished to be anew The shooting star then said- “They laugh at you for being different— go laugh at them for being the same.” The lantern gazed upon the sky The words of the star echoing it’s mind It smiled it laughed for the first time Be who you are, and stop asking why !
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May 16
May 16, 2026 at 5:10 PM UTC
im back guys)) THE DIM LIGHT
I'm your bad idea I'm your temptation we should be together its pure damnation but when its just you and me all falls away your lips on mine hands on skin tracing each curve indulging in this sin your body against mine pleasure so good I cant breathe when I'm with you? all I can do is plead you need me and I need you that's all we need to help us make it through
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Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
bad idea
Dear gays and theys of every color ever seen, of every shade that falls between Quick Reminder: Their sin is hate Ours is love And being trans is love made true, living as the realest you.
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 9:35 PM UTC
Dear Gays and Theys
They are humans just like us. You do not know them, so you cannot make fun of them. They walk through the world carrying their truth, their love, their hearts on display. Gays who hold hands with pride, smiling in streets that sometimes stare. Lesbians who kiss freely, daring to love in a world that questions them. Trans people who fight every day to be recognized, to be seen, to be called by the name that fits their soul. Furries who wear their joy and creativity openly, showing the world that imagination is freedom. They laugh, they cry, they dream, they hurt, they hope. They are not a joke. They are not entertainment. They are not “wrong” because they are different. They are humans just like us, and every moment they exist is a testament to courage. So stop mocking. Stop whispering. Stop pointing and laughing at what you do not understand. Let them love. Let them live. Let them exist in peace. Because being different is not a crime, being themselves is not a sin. They deserve the same respect, the same kindness, the same humanity that you want for yourself. Open your eyes. Open your heart. See them. Hear them. Respect them. Just let them live. — Itz_All_True ✍🏽🔥
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 10:12 AM UTC
Just Let Them Live
I hide myself in a closet, Envying my brothers and sisters Who are out— Just as rainbow as me. I hide myself As if being me is a shame. I am in a serious relationship That I cannot even present to my parents. Born into a religion Where being me is a shame. “Marry a man, marry a woman”— That is the expectation, The only mold you must fit into Or become the black sheep Of the church, The family, The community. But I am pride. I have to come out of my closet. Because if religion is love, Then my love cannot be wrong. I love my rainbow community. I love me. I am love. I am a pride petal.
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 3:04 PM UTC
Pride petals
I’m a depressed little bi girl in beat-up Converse shoes, laces frayed like promises I never really use. I listen to girl in red, Clairo humming low,songs that feel like secrets only sad girls know. The world keeps beating me pink, blue, and purple tones, love taps that feel like punches, straight down to the bones. I don’t go out of my way to explain my name,so they file me under “normal,” “straight,” “safe,” “same.” I smile easy, quietly, like nothing’s going on, while I practice disappearing to the sound of my favorite song. They don’t see the daydreams stitched under my skin, the way my heart runs off every time I let it begin. Because sometimes I’m escaping with an emo girl at night, she plays the bass like thunder but she holds me real light. We lie on the hood of a car, counting stars we can’t keep, talking ‘bout forever like it isn’t that deep. She’s got Sharpie nails, thick eyeliner wings, looks like she understands unsayable things. She doesn’t ask questions I’m scared to say out loud, she just sits in the quiet and lets sadness be proud. I laugh when I tell you this, like it’s all just a phase, like my heart isn’t aching in a thousand small ways. It’s soft, it’s wistful, it’s a half-hidden truth, I’m smiling right now, but I’m still a little blue. And maybe someday I’ll leave, or maybe I’ll stay, but tonight I’m just dreaming and letting it play, pink, blue, and purple, bruised but still true, a sad little bi girl, hoping someone feels it too
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Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
Secrets only sad girls know
I’m a depressed little bi girl in beat-up Converse shoes, laces frayed like promises I never really use. I listen to girl in red, Clairo humming low,songs that feel like secrets only sad girls know. The world keeps beating me pink, blue, and purple tones, love taps that feel like punches, straight down to the bones. I don’t go out of my way to explain my name,so they file me under “normal,” “straight,” “safe,” “same.” I smile easy, quietly, like nothing’s going on, while I practice disappearing to the sound of my favorite song. They don’t see the daydreams stitched under my skin, the way my heart runs off every time I let it begin. Because sometimes I’m escaping with an emo girl at night, she plays the bass like thunder but she holds me real light. We lie on the hood of a car, counting stars we can’t keep, talking ‘bout forever like it isn’t that deep. She’s got Sharpie nails, thick eyeliner wings, looks like she understands unsayable things. She doesn’t ask questions I’m scared to say out loud, she just sits in the quiet and lets sadness be proud. I laugh when I tell you this, like it’s all just a phase, like my heart isn’t aching in a thousand small ways. It’s soft, it’s wistful, it’s a half-hidden truth, I’m smiling right now, but I’m still a little blue. And maybe someday I’ll leave, or maybe I’ll stay, but tonight I’m just dreaming and letting it play, pink, blue, and purple, bruised but still true, a sad little bi girl, hoping someone feels it too
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I say I love you but you don't get it, the amount I feel it's too much to understand its hard for me to grasp too you are on my mind every fleeting second of every day you make me feel things I haven't felt in forever or maybe even ever your smile makes your eyes shine and you just glow radiant and stunning you care for me and you love me in a way I only thought existed in fairy tales, dreams, far away lands my little dull life now, dull no longer its filled with color pink sparkles your favorite and for once? I don't mind the glitter
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 4:32 PM UTC
glitter
love isn't a rubric yearning is just a feeling pretty isn't a gender sexuality is just a step it's not a rejection of you happiness isn't a plan I don't care what the world may think but sometimes I wish it was open anyway love isn't a rubric and that's why the walls break down
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 8:17 PM UTC
Mama, I love them
(a tribute to becky albertalli) i learnt english at sea, traded my tongue for salt and compass, but it was becky who brought me back to land — when a boy fell in love with another boy, and his words dared me to claim that same love as my own. her book lived on my nightstand, spine worn to a gentle curve, sentences humming in my head until they belonged to me as much as they belonged to her. she offered me the strength to feel less ashamed of being different, gave me a fire that burned through the blame i was ready to bear myself. she gifted me with confidence to leave my homeland my heart outgrew, and find my way to a place where love was not a secret — a shore worth swimming to.
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Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 12:54 AM UTC
the ocean between people.
If religion is thought and love is the law Will you still love me if I am seen as your flaw
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Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
Love?
So you can like girls, and that's just fine,   But my love for boys must stay in line? Is your heart so vast, so grand, so wide,   That mine must shrink, must always hide?   Is your love greater, more pure, more true,   Than the love I carry and offer to you? Love is love, it beats the same, Yet you cage mine, and cast it in shame.
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Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 2:17 PM UTC
Love is Love
As we slowly took off each other's clothes at her place. We felt safe with each other. As I kissed her neck and slowly kissed her ******* then her stomach, I felt free of the church's purity culture. I felt free of the heteronormative narrative that bound this society with double standards about beauty. For in her nakedness, she is beautiful. From her dark blue eyes to her pale, soft skin and freckles. In our nakedness we were unashamed and safe in each other's arms.
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Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 4:41 PM UTC
My Sixth Date
We went to an art museum then to a park. With every kiss I felt safe. With every kiss I felt loved. When she kissed my neck it felt good. She likes hearing about my dreams. She loves the poetry that I write for her. In every way I am hers and in every way she is mine.
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Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 10:14 AM UTC
My Fourth Date
She and I kissed a lot on our first date. With each kiss I felt more than a spark but a calming flame. With each kiss we got more comfortable being around each other. We went to the cities and got lunch together. We went to the park and talked for awhile. The date turned out better than I imagined it to be. Our second date is next Wednesday. We held hands at each location we went to.
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Jul 3, 2024
Jul 3, 2024 at 10:35 AM UTC
My First Date
Love is bewildering, she puts this ***** happy smile on my face just by existing. Love is bewildering, she gets me in ways I am still learning. Love is bewildering, she puts me in a love daze. Love is bewildering, yet I am not confused, I am perplexed. Love is bewildering, I am perplexed because she makes me feel indescribable things just by talking to me and considering me her equal. Love is bewildering, she is definitely into me and hell yeah I will do anything to be with her. Love is bewildering, we haven't even kissed yet but I know what we have is special to me. Love is bewildering, I haven't even held her in my arms yet but somehow that doesn't matter because I will wait however long it takes just to hear her call me hers. Love is bewildering, I haven't even felt her bare skin beneath my hands yet I will wait until we get there so I hope I don't mess this up.
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Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC
Love is bewildering
Dear ####, How long has it been? To be honest, since we stopped seeing and talking to each other I have been miserable. You'd be upset with me, I've started stress smoking because of us, or because of what we were. I was thinking to myself the other night and I was brutally honest with myself. I still love you, and I'm sorry for it. I'm sorry because I never wanted to put you in this position, I never meant to fall in love with you, but I'm sorry the most that you couldn't bring yourself to say the same, that you were falling in love with me. I'm sorry. Now I am left to grieve, like you have died but its worse, your just down the street, just out of reach. You have decided that I was no longer part of your storyline because loving me scared you. Left with all of the memories, all the emotions. All the times we touched, you make me feel like I've never even laid my fingers on you. As if it never mattered to you. Like I was holding the shadow of your hands, snuggling with the idea of you. I cant go anywhere without memories of you, you in my bed, on the couch, playing cards at the table with my Nana, your hand in mine, your lips meeting my shoulder, even just at the grocery store. You claimed me as yours with Marker "####'s Kay", but it was as if your love was  like the ink, bright and beautiful in the moment, but not strong enough to last forever, not permanent. But its okay, one of these days I will release the ideas that if I just wait long enough, you will realize that it doesn't matter if we are the same gender. Its okay because I will heal. Just so you know, I don't regret a single moment of us. I miss you. Love, Your Kay
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Aug 3, 2022
Aug 3, 2022 at 4:42 AM UTC
My Love
Dear ####, How long has it been? To be honest, since we stopped seeing and talking to each other I have been miserable. You'd be upset with me, I've started stress smoking because of us, or because of what we were. I was thinking to myself the other night and I was brutally honest with myself. I still love you, and I'm sorry for it. I'm sorry because I never wanted to put you in this position, I never meant to fall in love with you, but I'm sorry the most that you couldn't bring yourself to say the same, that you were falling in love with me. I'm sorry. Now I am left to grieve, like you have died but its worse, your just down the street, just out of reach. You have decided that I was no longer part of your storyline because loving me scared you. Left with all of the memories, all the emotions. All the times we touched, you make me feel like I've never even laid my fingers on you. As if it never mattered to you. Like I was holding the shadow of your hands, snuggling with the idea of you. I cant go anywhere without memories of you, you in my bed, on the couch, playing cards at the table with my Nana, your hand in mine, your lips meeting my shoulder, even just at the grocery store. You claimed me as yours with Marker "####'s Kay", but it was as if your love was  like the ink, bright and beautiful in the moment, but not strong enough to last forever, not permanent. But its okay, one of these days I will release the ideas that if I just wait long enough, you will realize that it doesn't matter if we are the same gender. Its okay because I will heal. Just so you know, I don't regret a single moment of us. I miss you. Love, Your Kay
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loose moral blossom flaunting for all comers throbbingly defying pigeon-holes to let life thrum
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May 7, 2022
May 7, 2022 at 7:01 AM UTC
Wanton
You trace the lines, You pull the string, Their pulled together, Like a bond of love, Like a bond of beads, They go together. They break easy, that just means be careful. He sees ME, He Loves ME He wants ME, He needs ME, I want HIM, Men can love each other as much as a woman and another woman + a man and a woman. Love is love don't take it away. I love him, he loves me. SO WHAT?! Were just humans like you. (Besides me no one knows what I am I wont say!)
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Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
Beads +extra one
you told everyone you had a girl tried to control every aspect of her world but what if she didn't feel the same what if she was they or he some days somedays, she wants you to tell her she's pretty even if you hate the way she looks and somedays, he just wants to laugh with his mama even if he hates the way he looks somedays, they need to hear you say you love them because they don't feel like you do somedays you don't have a daughter is that okay with you you warned her of how boys were stupid but told her she'd marry one someday so what if she decided not to what if she didn't feel the same somedays, they dream of boys who'll kiss them even though they hate themselves and somedays, they dream of girls who'll hold them and want to be held even though they're a little chubby somedays, they want to have a partner regardless of what that partner wants to be called somedays your child doesn't want anyone at all is that okay with you does it make you mad if i weren't normal would you understand because this song is about me it's about how i feel it's about what i am fluidity is real somedays
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Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 11:04 AM UTC
somedays
you put your faith into her yeah you gave her the world she promised that she'd do right by you you taught her things like little girls never hike up their skirts girls don't wear shirts they wear dresses and blouses do their hair in pigtails and make homes out of houses paid for by their husbands but what if he told you the truth told you she went away with his youth she was gone but he would take her place and he wants to be someone you could learn to love if it was me id see to it that he knew that he was enough he just wants to know he's loved somewhere else he reaches for the high shelf he carries the heavy loads and he watches as time goes by he can't help but cry what if he asked for help asked to end the life he was delt begged for you to look past the body he never asked for what if she told you her new name would you turn her away because just the other day she was the little boy you raised and she wants to be someone you could learn to love if it was me id see to it that she knew that she was enough she just wants to know she's loved and they want to stay in your good graces don't say they're going through phases don't take away their happy places just because you don't get it doesn't mean they have to regret being alive
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Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 11:02 AM UTC
trans rights!
I love Elizabeth Beth loves dolphins Dolphins love water Water is wet Wet I am While being with Beth, Sorry not sorry Reese's
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Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 1:49 PM UTC
I feel
It's hard to see the bigger picture if you're standing in the middle of it Blinded by our senses Complacency becomes us It's the world we live in A whole lot of black, a whole lot of white but mostly, a whole lot of grey The greatest illusion is that yesterday, today and tomorrow are consecutive That time is linear We marvel at the vastness of what lies beyond our five senses At the infinite possibilities beyond what we can't see But cower at the evidence of things not seen Chasing horizons becomes an unattainable obsession My eyes are open but i never see what you're showing me We're looking at the same picture but we have different images I know you're speaking but i have no idea what youre saying I'm listening but i can't hear you I've often wondered how deep i could go if i dove into your soul Your eyes are the magnet that draws me I have loved you with a love that is frowned upon I yearn for you with a desire that's fobbiden I need you the way hell needs sinners If love is pure, why is loving you so wrong? I taste music on your lips, Sweet melodies serenading my soul to slumber I just need some clarity What is life if I can't love?
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May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC
CLARITY
1 When I tell you this story, remember it may change: god loves all (but not really). Leviticus 18. Man shall not lie with man. “god hates that.” Leviticus, I don’t like you. You are the reason why people hate us. god makes no mistakes. he is the one who loves all. he who loves all (“unless you’re a ****** 2 Unless you’re a ****** Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. But apparently, we are the sticks. A bundle of sticks. The fuel to your hateful fire (the fire of your demise, not mine). Hate kills. We’ve all seen it happen. June 12, 2016 (only four years ago). Suddenly the pulse stopped beating. 3 Dad. All a kid wants is to make their dad proud. What about when dad isn’t proud of you? What if dad isn’t proud of you all because of something you can’t control? Can you hear me, Dad? I love you. Will you say it back? “The bible says it’s wrong.” 4 Coming out of the closet: a metaphor for LGBT people's self-disclosure of their ****** orientation or of their gender identity (Wikipedia). Hey Dad. Remember when I came out? I cried. Mom yelled at me while you stood there, stoically, with the look of a man who just lost his youngest child. You quietly told me you loved me no matter what because I will always be your daughter. You haven’t said you love me since. 5 Do not use our love as an excuse for you to hate. Why are we the disgusting ones? Your attitude reflects in the eyes of the devil himself. I wish I could make them understand. The love I have for her, he has for him, she has for her. It’s no different than the love she feels for him and he feels for her. We are all the same. God loves us all. God created everyone exactly the way they should be. Love is the basis of this religion, yet you cherry-pick those who you believe are deserving of that love. You attempt to take on the role of a God that is not yours to assume. Only God can judge. God can judge. Can judge. Judge. You are not God. Are not God. Not God. God. I guess things really can get lost in translation. 6 “I don’t hate anyone, I just don’t agree with it. In the bible, it says it’s wrong, and I place my faith in the bible because it is the word of [G]od.” One could argue that’s not hateful. And to any other (“normal”) person, it probably appears fine. “It’s their religion. It’s their beliefs. Just respect it and move on.” But that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Can you hear us? Screaming from the pits of hell that you said we were destined to burn in? It’s not the hell you’re thinking of, though. It’s hell on earth. A hell that you created for us through your twisted up version of this religion that’s supposedly based on “love”. One we have to live through every day. “I still love you, but I don’t agree with your choices.” That gets tiring to hear after a while, you know? Replaying on a loop in our heads, day after day, night after night. “I still love you but…” The unacceptance is exhausting our minds. It’s not a choice. Why do you think we’d choose this? Why would we choose to live a life where so many people hate us? 7 June of 2019. I went to Baton Rouge Pride. You drove me, dad. You drove me there and walked in with me. Granted, you didn’t know about me yet, but you went with me anyway. Once you saw that I was with my friends, you left. Mom said you went to get coffee. When I asked why you left, she simply offered that you “just aren’t comfortable with this type of thing”. You’re still not comfortable. Sorry about that. 8 Dear Leviticus. I still don’t like you. You are the reason why people call us ******* You are the reason why people call us ***** You are the reason people think we’re disgusting. You are the reason why people hate us. Man shall not lie with man. “god hates that.” (You are the reason why my dad no longer tells me he loves me.) Thanks god.
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May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
god vs. God
1 When I tell you this story, remember it may change: god loves all (but not really). Leviticus 18. Man shall not lie with man. “god hates that.” Leviticus, I don’t like you. You are the reason why people hate us. god makes no mistakes. he is the one who loves all. he who loves all (“unless you’re a ****** 2 Unless you’re a ****** Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. But apparently, we are the sticks. A bundle of sticks. The fuel to your hateful fire (the fire of your demise, not mine). Hate kills. We’ve all seen it happen. June 12, 2016 (only four years ago). Suddenly the pulse stopped beating. 3 Dad. All a kid wants is to make their dad proud. What about when dad isn’t proud of you? What if dad isn’t proud of you all because of something you can’t control? Can you hear me, Dad? I love you. Will you say it back? “The bible says it’s wrong.” 4 Coming out of the closet: a metaphor for LGBT people's self-disclosure of their ****** orientation or of their gender identity (Wikipedia). Hey Dad. Remember when I came out? I cried. Mom yelled at me while you stood there, stoically, with the look of a man who just lost his youngest child. You quietly told me you loved me no matter what because I will always be your daughter. You haven’t said you love me since. 5 Do not use our love as an excuse for you to hate. Why are we the disgusting ones? Your attitude reflects in the eyes of the devil himself. I wish I could make them understand. The love I have for her, he has for him, she has for her. It’s no different than the love she feels for him and he feels for her. We are all the same. God loves us all. God created everyone exactly the way they should be. Love is the basis of this religion, yet you cherry-pick those who you believe are deserving of that love. You attempt to take on the role of a God that is not yours to assume. Only God can judge. God can judge. Can judge. Judge. You are not God. Are not God. Not God. God. I guess things really can get lost in translation. 6 “I don’t hate anyone, I just don’t agree with it. In the bible, it says it’s wrong, and I place my faith in the bible because it is the word of [G]od.” One could argue that’s not hateful. And to any other (“normal”) person, it probably appears fine. “It’s their religion. It’s their beliefs. Just respect it and move on.” But that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Can you hear us? Screaming from the pits of hell that you said we were destined to burn in? It’s not the hell you’re thinking of, though. It’s hell on earth. A hell that you created for us through your twisted up version of this religion that’s supposedly based on “love”. One we have to live through every day. “I still love you, but I don’t agree with your choices.” That gets tiring to hear after a while, you know? Replaying on a loop in our heads, day after day, night after night. “I still love you but…” The unacceptance is exhausting our minds. It’s not a choice. Why do you think we’d choose this? Why would we choose to live a life where so many people hate us? 7 June of 2019. I went to Baton Rouge Pride. You drove me, dad. You drove me there and walked in with me. Granted, you didn’t know about me yet, but you went with me anyway. Once you saw that I was with my friends, you left. Mom said you went to get coffee. When I asked why you left, she simply offered that you “just aren’t comfortable with this type of thing”. You’re still not comfortable. Sorry about that. 8 Dear Leviticus. I still don’t like you. You are the reason why people call us ******* You are the reason why people call us ***** You are the reason people think we’re disgusting. You are the reason why people hate us. Man shall not lie with man. “god hates that.” (You are the reason why my dad no longer tells me he loves me.) Thanks god.
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To dare is to touch, touch the hallucination of your presence. My reverie doesn’t do justice, to your eyes under a blithe twilight. My hands run through the air silhouette, collecting wishes of you in my palms. They come in handy when writing poems of our love. I cut through the illusion, afraid, I will let you deceive my heart.
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
To dare is to