We always are told that it’s okay to be unique
What a sweet lie it is
We must conform to the standards society has placed
Anything different is seen as a sin
You must love the sweet kiss of a man
Never lust for the same sex
But her lips are so soft and I can’t resist
Her smile shines my world
Her laugh contains so much joy
If I must be shunned for who I love
Let it be so
For all I need is her love
and the joy that comes from that is indescribable
And if you see that as wrong
that my love is the same sex
Go fuck yourself
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Tiffany Wells
Hi! I am currently in college and majoring in writing! Writing is my passion and I hope to be able to teach it one day!
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A Bottle of Pills
I will admit with shaky hands and tears in my eyes that I am not mentally sound, but I act like it. I know the words that will come out of the mouth of my retracted if I admit my not mentally healthy mind. I can hear the words they said to me when I was twelve and told them that I thought I was depressed. I do not know what depression is and therefore was not depressed. So I stayed quiet. Even when the bottle of pills on the medicine cabinet was calling for me and promising a release from the pain and suffering I was feeling. Yet I never reached for those pills because I knew that if I did reach for those pills the inconvenience that I already was would be even greater.
By Tiffany Wells6 years ago in Poets
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