Am that queer girl,
The sinful weirdo your pastor warned you about,
The black sheep of the family,
An economic loss because apparently my unholiness is a big blockage to a major business transaction disguised as dowry.
Am a moving reflection of my society's desires,
Suffocating my true self,
Leaving my emotions locked up inside me,
While I let my heart bleed from the torture of depression, fear of rejection
And all the unsaid realities of my life that I wish I could share with my family.
But I know that I would lose them,
So I instead do my best to please them.
I want to be able to tell my sisters about this amazing girl that am dating,
How her touch drives me crazy,
And I smile whenever I hear her voice,
But that is a privilege I don't have,
So I turn to poetry,
And imagine a world covered in rainbows.
I am that queer girl,
Who wishes society could at least listen to her story,
Before declaring her the devil incarnate.
I am a lesbian,
Who is tired of putting up the straight girl act,
Simply to dance to the tunes of selfish majority.
I am super queer,
And am here to stay so the world better adjust to that because this rainbow is not fading away.