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Literature Text
Maybe you want to chance me
Turn my world,
make this person I am
Something different, you see
Because you don't accept
My life
Or my choices
Or me, as the one I am
You tell me about laws
And rules
Tell me, how wrong I am
How unforgivable "myself" is
How I should be someone
Someone else, at least
But you don't care about me
My existence is a burden for you
And everything for you
Is nothing to me
I'm a girl, who wants to be loved
I'm a boy, whose parents beat him to dead
I'm this woman, who died because of you
I'm this man, who has to fear all the time
And I'm your daughter, who fell in love
And I'm your son, whose boyfriend saved him from you
And your mother, who didn't want to hurt you
And your father, who is not that strong
And I could be you
When I'm too afraid to hold my loved one
And you are me
When you have to cry yourself to sleep
I'm a person
As everyone else
And I might believe in God
And he will forgive me
Because I won't be a sin
As this me I am
So if you tell me, you accept this person
This person, who I am
I can tell you
I don't need your accept
Or forgiveness
And if I'm unforgivable to you
Which I usually am
Remember,
I am you
And you are me
We're not that different
We're unforgivable
As the persons we are
Not as humans
Who just want to love
And be loved
Turn my world,
make this person I am
Something different, you see
Because you don't accept
My life
Or my choices
Or me, as the one I am
You tell me about laws
And rules
Tell me, how wrong I am
How unforgivable "myself" is
How I should be someone
Someone else, at least
But you don't care about me
My existence is a burden for you
And everything for you
Is nothing to me
I'm a girl, who wants to be loved
I'm a boy, whose parents beat him to dead
I'm this woman, who died because of you
I'm this man, who has to fear all the time
And I'm your daughter, who fell in love
And I'm your son, whose boyfriend saved him from you
And your mother, who didn't want to hurt you
And your father, who is not that strong
And I could be you
When I'm too afraid to hold my loved one
And you are me
When you have to cry yourself to sleep
I'm a person
As everyone else
And I might believe in God
And he will forgive me
Because I won't be a sin
As this me I am
So if you tell me, you accept this person
This person, who I am
I can tell you
I don't need your accept
Or forgiveness
And if I'm unforgivable to you
Which I usually am
Remember,
I am you
And you are me
We're not that different
We're unforgivable
As the persons we are
Not as humans
Who just want to love
And be loved
Literature
Fluid Attraction
Sometimes it's strange not being straight
Often forgetting I like all genders
Not just one
Cute girls
Cute boys
Everywhere I look
Their gender, irrelevant
It's their style, how they stand out
Diversity is attractive
Breasts are gorgeous,
Women are sexy
Androgyne is hott,
The genderless are so fascinating
Masculinity,
Sometimes a turn on
Genderqueers/Genderbenders,
People just like me
Ones I understand
I forget how open I am
Often not realizing it isn't "normal"
Not everyone loves guys who are feminine
Or women who want mustaches
I may never be use to this
But I will always accept it
For this is who I am
Literature
This was love
14
I had my first real crush.
She was weird, but amazing.
She was crazy, but beautiful.
She was enticing, but taken.
She was happy, but I was sad.
14 ½
I questioned who I was,
But I made little of it.
I was told it happens,
Everyone asks who he or she is.
I, told not to worry, didn't worry,
Except a little bit.
15
She was the one, but a desire for love was my drug.
She was funny, but she was like that to everyone.
She said I was nice and smart and funny, but then she asked what I thought of her.
She never heard me say what I felt for her, but she told me how she felt for my best friend.
She was happy, but I was sad.
Literature
Denial and Acceptance
I was scared - terrified - of the truth. I did not want to be the outcast. I was afraid of what was to come. I could not be different. It wasn't a simple denial - it was my fact. Not just emotions getting in the way - it was everything to me; meant everything to me.
Everytime i caught myself watching - staring, even - i would punish myself. I felt dirty and defiled. I felt there simply had to be something wrong with me. And something must be done about it.
I felt it was a choice. Maybe i was desperate. A choice of the mind to get rid of the helpless desperation. But how could i let it get to that point? Was i really so out of control of my
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Hmm... wondering how hard this world might be. Homosexuality is a theme this time.
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This really is beautiful