a book of thoughts

Out of my closet

Others tell me it's wrong
That I should be fixed
That I'm damned

As I swoon over girls
Their beauty
Their grace
Their touch
Sends me flying

Others call me names
Fag
Carpet muncher
Homo
Dyke
Lesbo
Freak
These uncreative words hurl my way
Yet I flourish in them
They make me stronger

As I flirt with girls
And walk on a tether
Across dangerous water

I've said goodbye
To my closet
And skeletons inside

As I take out my flag
My lesbian flag
And let it fly

Spit your venom
Say your slurs
Tell me I'm wrong
Tell me I need to be fixed
Tell. Me. What. You. Want
I don't care

I've been scared
For far too long
For your words
Your opinions
And YOUR choices

But I couldn't give a damn anymore

Why does it bother you
If I kiss a girl with MY lips
If I pleasure her in MY house
Why does it bother you
Why should you or I care

I'm a human
Just like you
I have feelings
Just like you
I get hurt
Just like you

So why do you try suppress me
If you love all
Why do you hate me.

Look away if it bothers you
Because I'm done

I've been courteous,
Kind
Considerate
To you
Yet you do not repay me

So I'll let my flag fly
I'll take your venom
And make jewels and gold
For my Lesbian crown

I'll preach and argue
For my fellow Queer

As I sit on my throne
Of don't give a fucks
Of slurs
And of hateful remarks

And build my kingdom
In which I don't have to hide
Of which my closet is broken
And my lesbian flag flies
High in the air
As my Queen sits beside me

And those who don't care
Who I love and care for
Stand by my side
My friends
My family
Those who don't care