I Don't CareThose heart-wrenching feelings have long since passedOf togetherness, of loveLater came the shock of agonyWhich I have rose aboveNow I see you on the floorCold and bumpy to the touchRemembering the last time I saw youAnd how I used to feel so muchRemind me of the days of holding handsFingers entwined between fishnet glovesPassionate, tender moments, exchanging hot kissesWith a girl I used to loveYou are round and brown with little black bumpsA cute smile painted for a faceYou had a match worn by anotherBut that was in another placeI don't think much of her anymoreShe doesn't come to mindAnd I believe it's for the betterTo leave the past behindMaybe she still thinks of meRunning my fingers through her hairMaybe she still has those photosBut I honestly don't careI don't know who she's with or where she isOr if she's got a new madameBut I don't really want to knowBecause I don't really give a damnAll I know is that I'm fineAnd what's meant to be will beI've l
Bridget and Emily on HomophobiaEMILY:My mom found out you're a lesbian. She forbid me from going to San Fran for college with you. I chewed her ass. I can go again now. She got all high and mighty and lectured me about how she'll "not have me become a lesbian" and blah blah blah.I hate this place so much, Bridget. Don't worry, I defended you with my life. I'm proud to call you my friend. She can't take that from me.BRIDGET:Emily, that means more to me than you will ever know.What irks me is that some of my friend's parents feel that because I like girls, it means that I'm some kind of creep out to turn all her female friends, which isn't true in the slightest. The same thinking could be used in reverse; A lot of my friends are straight, both males and females. That doesn't mean that me spending time with them is going to make me heterosexual.Thank you so much. I really hope I get to see you soon... I love and miss you so much, Thank you for defending me.EMILY:It's what I had to do. You'r
MamaMama, you're not home anymoreYou don't pick up the phoneYou keep on promising it'll be okayAnd wondering why I feel aloneBut brother's stressed and so am II'm so scared, but I don't show itDaddy's stressed because it's all endingI wish I could pretend not to know itI hide in my room and I close the doorBlasting my stereoSo I can drown out the sound of the fight,You two shouting on the floor belowI know that you do deserve much betterI know he doesn't treat you rightBut that doesn't soften the ache in my eyesWhen you're arguing every nightYou keep making promisesBut you don't follow throughYou say you'll be back by nineBut you walk through the door at twoDoors keep slamming and people keep yellingI don't know why I can't cryBut I can't shed a single tearEven when I tryHe blames you for everythingFrom the divorce to my gradesHe doesn't know that he's the reasonWhy my motivation fadesI remember when I trusted easilyI remember when I believedBut I am not resig
SomedaySomeday, you'll accept meSomeday, you'll understandSomeday you will be happy for meWhen you see me hold her handSomeday you'll both realizeJust how happy I could beIf you would give me and her a chanceYou can't know how much it would mean to meYou didn't ever have to go through thisYet you think it's just a phaseBut I'd bet you would both understandIf you know how it feels when she holds my gazeMother, I wish you'd accept me the way I amSo I could say how I feel for her aloudDaddy, you look down on this nowBut someday, you'll see why I'm proudI wish that you knew how much courage it tookJust for me to come out to youYou want me to be a good, straight little girlWell, this isn't about youI don't need your approval to feel this wayYou cannot control my worldI don't need your input, because I already know...that I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL!Mom and Dad, hear me outI am your daughter, the lesbianAlthough I can't say that I like girlsBecause I only have eyes for on
You Can't Change My HeartI'm so tired of this shit. I'm tired of telling people I'm something that I'm not. Something that I'll never be. Something that I never was.This secret haunted me for years. Since I was nine, this secret had been torturing me, I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to accept it. I wasn't ashamed of who I was; I was afraid. Afraid that others wouldn't accept me. Afraid that I'd be treated differently. Afraid that everyone would leave me. Afraid that nobody would understand. Afraid that I would be alone.Last August, I told one friend, she was the only one who knew. And since then, I have gradually told more people the secret that I just kept locked up inside. But now, people know. Not everyone, not yet, but some friends, and my mother. And they all still love me. They're proud of me, and I've gotten nothing but support.And now, I don't care who knows. I will shout my secret to the world, because now, I am done with hiding who I am. And if it makes me some enemies, I won't car
The First Time...When I first s a w you...I was afraid to m e e t you.When I first m e t you...I was afraid to k n o w you.When I first k n e w you...I was afraid to l i k e you.When I first l i k e d you...I was afraid to l o v e you.When I first l o v e d you...I was afraid to t e l l you.When I first t o l d you...I was afraid to h o l d you.When I first h e l d you...I was afraid to k i s s you.When I first k i s s e d you...I was afraid to h a v e you.When I first h a d you...I was afraid to l
Welcome?"Welcome"An old man hands her a bulletinDoes he know?Does he know he just welcomed a gay into his church?What if he did?Would he take it back?Kick her out?Yell at her?Tell her she's a sinner?No.This old man doesn't know.He doesn't know that yet another secret gay just walked into his church.Another parishioner sits in the pews ostracizedListening to the Pastor at the pulpitSlowly dying inside knowing she doesn't fit in,Knowing this church doesn't accept her orientation, the love of her life.No.This man doesn't know.She takes the bulletin, feigns a smile, and walks into the church.She finds a seat in the backAlone.No one knows.This is why people are so nice to her.No one knows who she really is.If they did, would they still welcome her?
Dear Mommy and DaddyDear Mommy and Daddy,(Is it okay if I still call you that? No one is listening anyway.)We've drifted so far apart, I'm afraid you don't even know me anymore.Mommy, you always said I could tell you anything.Daddy, you said you'd always love me.Now I find that what I want to tell you most, Mommy, you don't want to hear it. You block me out and talk about your own life, only to occationally ask about my grades or if I've lost weight. Are your problems worse then mine?And Daddy, I find that though you always said you'd love me, you think I'm evil just because I like boys and girls. You yell at me and say thats wrong, say I'm going to hell. Then when I finally care about a guy enough, you call me a slut. Is that your love Daddy?You both ask why I wear dark things, ask if I'm a wannabe goth kid. Is it so hard to think that maybe that's my style? Neither one of you ask why I wear a jacket all year long, or even why I've been wearing this red one that's obviously not mine.I Don't blame