Straight Lines
Walking on a tight rope, I stumble and fall. Unable to avoid circles, I finally see the other side. No straight lines to hold me back, This is who I am. -Bluebell Winters
09: LGBTQA - Sept 2021
Tag: Bluebell winters
09: LGBTQA - Sept 2021
Rainbow Acceptance
My path a straight line, Black and white with hints of grey. Marriage to a man, children, Is that not the only way to work? Hard labour in the mornings, Mother to three at night. But a rainbow interfered, Colours of grey untraceable. The temptation to let it in lingered, But I successfully restraint. As I should not commit sins, Should I not? Google my only salvation, To grasp this incomprehensible mess. But people online…
09: LGBTQA - Sept 2021
Grandma Wouldn’t Understand
The boys are pretty, The girls are pretty, Why is everyone so pretty? “Grandma won’t understand”, My parents state, As soon as I suggest to be out What did I do to deserve this? Just for being me? I want to love who I want, Without worrying about my grandma’s ways. I know she loves me, I know she is kind. But she is limiting who I can be, Will I ever be able to…