They all fall silent as if the words from my lips pierce theirs little innocent heart with a sweltering knife, searing pain rips through their whole body.
Their eyes gaze upon my vulnerable body like a vulcher hunting for its next prey.
Their lips mouth the words my ears do not dare to make out.
Their face curls into hostility, devastation, disappointment.
Their eyes over flowing with hatred like a commanding river flushing through a damned village.
They stand up.
They corner me.
They tear me to pieces.
They leave me with nothing.
They leave me with no pride nor dignity.
They curse the world for their little girl is gone.
I close my eyes.
I let it take over me.
I let it break me.
I let them say what they have to say.
I let them hate me.
I let them look at me like I am nothing but shit.
For I am stronger than they will ever be.
For I am not ashamed of who I am.
For I am damn proud to stand up and join the community. I am Bisexual. I don't give a damn who says anything.
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XxAuthorxx I might be submitting a poem into a poetry competition, maybe. I am still thinking about it but yay! XxNadiaxx
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ŞiirLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
