My name no longer rhymes with lonely
It's syllables now match the fire of the rising sun
The fierceness in a hawk's screech as it soars above the mountains that belong to the mountain lion
The marching drums of a line of ants as they bring a slice of my orange to their queen
The trust in a kneading kittens paws
And
The look in my dog's eyes when I greet him in the morning
-my name now rhymes with everything I have fought to be-
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Her & her
PoetryAn intimate look into my journey from the perfect Catholic girl with internalized homophobia to a girl who is almost okay with her queer identity. Features poems on my journey of self-discovery and acceptance through my struggles with mental health...
