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Quietly it lays dormant

Hidden inside, but not by choice

Keep it hidden

Don’t speak,

Don’t think

I’m just fooling myself



In a life with so many choices

Being free

Keeps so many captive

Keeps so many prisoner



Hush

The constant whispers in my mind

Are diving me crazy

Why is it in this life with so many choices

I can’t choose to love a woman



Be yourself I’m told

Myself

If I love myself I must accept all there is to me

If you love me you must accept all there is to me

But it’s unacceptable in this culture, country, and world

So I have to hate me, and guess what you may have to hate me too



So this little seed, of love

Don’t you realize that this little seed of love is the only one I have?

And that if it didn’t have to lay dormant

Could grow, bloom, and flourish

Wipe away the tears of so many

And dry up mine



But I cant keep silent

I love you

I long for your touch

Your lips

A woman I have yet too meet



Why does being in love with a woman

Scare so many to the point of violence

I just love

I’m worried that if I have to be dormant for much longer

That I will dry up, wither, and die