They think they know about ya.
Say it ain't so.
They think they know.
How could they know.
They think they know me
Because of we.
But we
Bleed the same
Breathe the same.
What makes a difference
Is that of my sexual preference
And the beauty of my nature.
I have choosen to stand out
But yet I'm categorized no different.
A freak, a disease,
An abomination if you must
But did you give me a chance
To explain.
No and for this I have been captured
In a social prison
Filled with
Stereotypes and expectations
That are not of me
Because of the fantasy of we.
They think they know about ya.
Say it ain't so.
They think they know.
How could they know.
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Breaking The Rules
Non-FictionThis story follows a series of different people that have a tendency to unintentionally break the official social rules. Will they make it here in this lesbian community or will they fall from their wonderful kingdom.
