Featured Poem:
To whom it may concern
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Featured Poem:
To whom it may concern
My first love is a woman and if you were wondering, I am one too.
I know you would probably never understand
But there’s something so real to me about waking up
To the sound of a heartbeat under breasts than any other chest.
There’s something so special
About knowing that she loves me more than any man has ever tried to
And I find so much pleasure in the certainty that she knows exactly what I need.
Forgive me but I think I may struggle with this poem
Because I can already feel eyes judging me
And girls wondering if I was checking them out when I was just greeting them
But I’m going to carry on.
I probably should have mentioned this a while ago
But I don’t think telling you I’m in love with a woman would have been an appropriate response when you asked me to pass the salt,
I don’t think any explanation or justification could make this any easier because today since I choose to not have dick in me,
I am reclassified less of a woman and because I kiss girls,
I become a target for men with overwhelming insecurities
And right now this poem will be used against me as my admission of guilt to those waiting to crucify my soul because of my sexuality, so you tell me, at which point did I put myself on the cross?
Was it when I held her hand for the first time in public
And found eternity between our palms
Or was it when we came for the first time at the same time
Under sheets we knew were probably judging us along with the curtains that we were using to hide our sins.
Was it the first time she had her tongue in me
And right there I knew she spoke only the truth because I came,
I came to realize that it was love and it still is
And it will always be true.
And the truth is with this poem,
I write for every person who has ever lost their life because of who they chose to be.
I speak for the women who were robbed their vaginas crowns by men who felt the need to terrorize the treasure between their legs,
To find pleasure in their pain,
Power in their screams
And pride after their victory dances over their puddles of tears.
I also write for those who kill,
They say “Forgive them father, for they do not know what they doing”
But I’m sorry God please forgive me but I say “Fuck it, they know exactly what they doing.”
They killing innocent people because once again their uncircumcised egos have been bruised
And “ezizitabane are threats to society”,
They are raping other human beings
Because they “different and abnormal and disgusting”,
They discriminating against their own flesh and blood
Because apparently God never wanted us to live like this.
But if you have never met God,
Then how would you know what the right way to live is?
So let me ask you something…
What if the wheels were turned and being heterosexual was a crime
And you could be punished for holding a man’s hand as a girl
And if breaking your virginity with the opposite sex was illegal,
What then?
Would things still be the same?
I think we lost the gist of our struggle a long time ago,
I don’t understand how loving someone became a felony,
I don’t ever think I will able to fathom how being happy became an offense to people you don’t even know.
So,
To whom it may concern,
My first love is a woman and if you still wondering, I am one too.
Yours sincerely,
Me.
My first love is a woman and if you were wondering, I am one too.
I know you would probably never understand
But there’s something so real to me about waking up
To the sound of a heartbeat under breasts than any other chest.
There’s something so special
About knowing that she loves me more than any man has ever tried to
And I find so much pleasure in the certainty that she knows exactly what I need.
Forgive me but I think I may struggle with this poem
Because I can already feel eyes judging me
And girls wondering if I was checking them out when I was just greeting them
But I’m going to carry on.
I probably should have mentioned this a while ago
But I don’t think telling you I’m in love with a woman would have been an appropriate response when you asked me to pass the salt,
I don’t think any explanation or justification could make this any easier because today since I choose to not have dick in me,
I am reclassified less of a woman and because I kiss girls,
I become a target for men with overwhelming insecurities
And right now this poem will be used against me as my admission of guilt to those waiting to crucify my soul because of my sexuality, so you tell me, at which point did I put myself on the cross?
Was it when I held her hand for the first time in public
And found eternity between our palms
Or was it when we came for the first time at the same time
Under sheets we knew were probably judging us along with the curtains that we were using to hide our sins.
Was it the first time she had her tongue in me
And right there I knew she spoke only the truth because I came,
I came to realize that it was love and it still is
And it will always be true.
And the truth is with this poem,
I write for every person who has ever lost their life because of who they chose to be.
I speak for the women who were robbed their vaginas crowns by men who felt the need to terrorize the treasure between their legs,
To find pleasure in their pain,
Power in their screams
And pride after their victory dances over their puddles of tears.
I also write for those who kill,
They say “Forgive them father, for they do not know what they doing”
But I’m sorry God please forgive me but I say “Fuck it, they know exactly what they doing.”
They killing innocent people because once again their uncircumcised egos have been bruised
And “ezizitabane are threats to society”,
They are raping other human beings
Because they “different and abnormal and disgusting”,
They discriminating against their own flesh and blood
Because apparently God never wanted us to live like this.
But if you have never met God,
Then how would you know what the right way to live is?
So let me ask you something…
What if the wheels were turned and being heterosexual was a crime
And you could be punished for holding a man’s hand as a girl
And if breaking your virginity with the opposite sex was illegal,
What then?
Would things still be the same?
I think we lost the gist of our struggle a long time ago,
I don’t understand how loving someone became a felony,
I don’t ever think I will able to fathom how being happy became an offense to people you don’t even know.
So,
To whom it may concern,
My first love is a woman and if you still wondering, I am one too.
Yours sincerely,
Me.
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Wow. These poems are too great. There’s no one who loves better than a woman.
Can u please send me audio of ur poems….u touch my soul jho deep.
id like an audio for the poem as well there’s something in your voice that touches our souls