The other girls all tell me
About the boys they love
But when I think of my first kiss
It is her lips on want on my own
My mommy said that gay was bad
I didn't understand
What made being happy wrong?
But that's not what she meant
The mirror feeds me lies
It tells me that I'm ugly
It curses me to skin and bones
And makes me feel unworthy
They make me seem so greedy
For loving who I do
I do not want a threesome sir
Please stop touching me there
I wish the world didn't hate me
Just because of what's between my legs
I wish I had loved myself more
And maybe I could be okay
The truth is I am happy
I love the way I look
I control my own thoughts
And the growth of my own hair
I love myself because everyone told me not to
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PoetryMy thoughts are an expanse As deep as the ocean As vast as the universe As vibrant as the galaxy And yet I crave more
