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Sep 17
It seems like everytime I look at her
My thoughts start to blur
My face heats up like a oven
And I don’t know the reason

I confided in my friends and they said I have a crush
I tried to deny and they told me to shush
They told me that they could tell I was queer
And that me not realizing was torture

The months pass and I start to see
How the world looks in disgust at our intimacy
I stare back and challenge their glare
Their hate and ignorance I dare

My love holds strong
Though people tell me it’s wrong
We promise stay together through pain and doubt
As we both know that one day we’ll make it out.

I’m proud to say, I’m queer.
Cora Smith
Written by
Cora Smith  13/Gender Variant/Alexandria, VA, USA
(13/Gender Variant/Alexandria, VA, USA)   
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