perhaps it's irrational
this immense fear of mine
fret I know I should not
but I know not to lie.
there's this desperation
this explanation
words I want to scream
oh, but that's just a dream.
my parents, mother, father
they don't want a lesbian daughter
is it on the expectations list?
they won't love me for this.
don't listen to what they say
turn up the music and you'll be okay
don't think any thoughts just press 'shuffle play'
keep dancing and singing the pain away
the words will sink into my soul
the stinging insults will be told
hush and ignore what they will say
listen to the lyrics and you'll be okay
perhaps it's meaningless
america could change
I don't know how to hold this
do I pretend to be straight?
oh how I pray to whoever is above
though I wonder what is it worth
if I'm shamed for who I love?
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
