PRIDE MONTH POETRY

BY ACUSHLA MIRIHANA

Katy Perry said she kissed a girl and she liked it,
​So did I,
I fell in love with her curls
Her soft lips that locked tight with mine,
Chest to chest with her,
So I was a sinner
My father, he hated me for loving another woman,
He said that a lesbian wasn't a respectable human,
My father doesn't exist anymore, I'm glad.
I had a flat chest, I hated my body
I felt like a boy, I knew I was one
But transgenders were looked at twice, in disgust,
I cut my hair anyway,
My confidence higher than the sky.
He lay with another man,
Wore make-up, he was a God
Who ever restricted the use of make-up?
He was gay so, we hated him,
He was funny, so we pushed him against the wall and told him he was a curse
He wanted longer hair, to dress like a woman,
I can assure you,
He was beautiful
But transgenders were disregarded in society
People would move away, stare
Well she was bisexual, found beauty in both men and women,
Stole kisses from them both,
Keep your bisexual fantasies to yourself,
But what if it's love?
It's time we expanded our minds,
Love, is a feeling, an emotion,
Love is pure,
It shouldn't matter,
Whether you're gay, a lesbian, transgender, queer, bisexuals
If it sets you free,
If it helps you grow
If it maked you happy, and uplifts your spirit,
It's the right way to be.
Love is for everyone,
No matter who you are.

I loved a girl,
​She didn't have the looks to kill,
She wasn't the brightest spark,
But there was something about her
That I yearned for,
Perhaps it was the way her eyes revealed her smile,
Or maybe how she sang in alto,
It could have even been how she carried herself around,

I loved a girl,
Society pushed me to a corner,
Barked at me for being this way,
Called me queer,
Scowled at me when I confessed,
I was confined by doubt and a mad concoction of emotions that made me choke as I sobbed and fell into the depths of despair.

I loved a girl,
What could I say,
She was a goddess, and I, a worthless lovesick teenager,
She called me queer,
She tore my heart apart.
She was once the reason behind my sleepless nights, when I killed sleep to wonder why she never looked my way twice.
​
I loved a girl,
The world told me I was a fool to be this way,
Told me I was to be punished for being different, for being odd, but
what could I say?
She broke my heart, looked away.
I cried, for a month and a day.

But Ma, it isn't just a phase
​I love her
I confess on my knees
This isn't a joke.
I ran my fingers through her soft locks of joy and tenderness,
Her fragrance lingers on my skin,
Just like any other relationship
But it isn't normal.
Oh how I yearn to be normal
And yet, my heart seems to hang on string,
While everybody else carries a scissor.
Scissors, you'd know what I mean,
And you'd grin and tell me I'm disgusting,
And that it's only a fetish,
How the hell would that make me feel better.
But why is it wrong to love another of my own,
A woman to lay with another woman,
Call me a sinner, throw me to the dirt,
But my heart throbs for my dearest, my darling,
A woman like no other.
But Ma, I love her.
I really do