Thunderstorms brew outside my morning window
promising me another warm day in the shop...
Why is it that our world is so full of hate,
That we as humans are so quick to discriminate...
I am a lesbian.
That does not mean...
At the time when the whole cistern cracked
When the dam ran dried...
I was born from love
And raised with hate...
Lipstick smiles and non-existent hats:
pride rises like steam from temperamental heads...
One day.
some where...
I get it
We all get what's coming to us...
Baby-bottle vase on high
Two stem of long: Tulip...
Don't understand these crimes
These so called homophobics...
A king and a queen,
the ideally perfect team...
I couldn't love her more
than I loved myself...