Just a quick note, this one is deeply personal and written in two point of views. The ~ symbol represents the second point of view.
As a 7 year old, I thought I could rule the world.
And then my parents split up, we moved, they got back together, and I realized I couldn't even control my own life.
~You were innocent, normal.
A little girl who could do no harm.
As an 8 year old, I met you.
Just another parental unit,
Boring and tailored and made of grey.
~You were strange.
Your approach held no fear
And your eyes shined with light.
As a 9 year old, I thought love was love.
I didn't think about sex or gay people or the difference between being in love and loving someone.
~You were naïve,
Unaware of such things.
Your parent's fault
They never taught you the laws of society.
As a 10 year old, I forgot.
How easy it is to be yourself,
How horrible growing u sounded,
Where you had to hide inside a mask of lies.
~You were a troublemaker:
Independent and out of control.
Your ideas were abnormal
And your actions incomprehensible.
As an 11 year old, I thought life couldn't get any better.
But then it did.
~You were here too often
And she was gone too long
Too happy, too simple.
As a 12 year old, I forgot everything else but Her.
How Her hair curled in bronze ringlets.
How Her eyes danced with hidden joy, but also hidden pain.
How the tiny cuts in Her palms felt against my too-smooth hands.
~You were a threat.
A scab I needed to pick off my daughter's skin.
You started talking about love.
As a 13 year old, I learned.
How angry you can become when your daughter fell in love with someone that had the same genitals and didn't believe in a God.
~You were a lesbian.
A synonym for abomination.
Your fault she's like this.
It's your fault, and Her punishment.
As a 14 year old, I lost Her.
Not to drugs or gangs or grades or suicide,
But to you.
You, who couldn't understand that my life revolves around Her.
That every time I see the color green I see Her in it.
That every time I smell oranges and cinnamon, it's Her I smell.
That every time I ride by Her house I see Her sitting on Her porch playing a video game with utmost determination,
The look on Her face...
That every time I taste pomegranates, it's Her lips I taste.
That every time I hear the rattling of swings in an empty park I hear Her saying she loves me.
~You need to stay away.
You piece of garbage,
You tainted Her,
You made Her the same:
A disgrace, an outrage.
As a 15 year old, I searched.
And then I never found Her and I realized I never would.
~You'll never see Her again.
Only with words of hate can we obtain
A society holy and without shame.
As a 16 year old, I've come to understand how you see me.
You view me as a threat.
You view me as a dirty lesbian.
You view me as irreverent refuse.
Stop judging me!
And view me as someone your daughter loves.
Sorry that was so long. It's open to interpretation, but is pretty straightforward. If you have any questions just message me or comment. I'm open to feedback.
And yeah some of these poems will be more like prose and about homophobia or the likes.
