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"Stigma"

She won't hold my hand in public

It's cool - Cause I understand

People form opinions

when neither party is a man

But I don't care what people think

I mean really, why should I?

Why should how I feel about myself depend on their approval?

It doesn't

But apparently hers does

Cause she won't hold my hand in public

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This one is called "Holding Hands In Public"

I’ve got the perfect girl

She’s an 11 on a 10 scale

There are so many things about her

I just wish I could describe

Her beauty is captivating

Hypnotizing

It’s tantalizing when I gaze in her eyes

When she fixes her stare upon me

I can feel my soul lift up

I feel my heart flutter

And I wonder what I did to get this queen

Her presence is everything

When she’s there – you’ll know

She may not be seen, but she’s always felt

She’s intense

If she looks at you to speak you’re hooked forever

You not only can’t leave, but you no longer want to

Her personality is the best

She’s sweeter than honey

She’s got her own money

Her own ride, her own crib

Baby girl has it all

But I sense our relationship is taking a fall

There’s one thing about her that just isn’t real

One thing that just makes me not want to deal

She’s damn near got it all

But this will not do

Only thing I ask is that to yourself you be true

You can’t try to pretend that you aren’t with a girl

Then go home with me and let me rock your world

It’s to bad cause we really could’ve been great

But I can’t deal with your games

You’re too insecure

To be with me baby girl, you’ve got to be sure

You can’t be scared of how you feel

Or ashamed to be with me

So if we can’t hold hands in public

Then baby girl, you gotta leave

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Oh Geesh! There she is...now that feeling starts

Theres that ache in my Groin...and that Squeeze on my Heart..

She loves me...I know... I see it in her eyes...

Yet each time we talk...To be with me...she denies...

Her words wrap me in hope..and then the bottom line..

She says she isnt ready...I reply..Okay darling thats fine...

Finally I decided to give up on any chance for us...

Now she calls me every day...a relationship ..she wants to discuss..

I can not bear the thought..of losing her again....

So I just tell her...I would rather remain Friends.. :roll:

Renee W

Brunswick GA

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A Love No Different

You throw your arms around me

Holding me so tight

I press myself against you

It makes me feel so right

I lean up to kiss you

You hace the softest lips

Slip in a little tongue

And grab around your hips

People cringe and look away

Disgust and fear unfurl

As if they've never seen

A girl kissing a girl.

© Tiffany

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A Way Of Life For Me

All this time felt out of place

Like nothing really was my taste

Certain things made me feel strange

So scared of such a drastic change

People would just point and laugh

I worried for the aftermath

So lost deep inside myself

Should I tell them, should I be stealth

All these feelings I subdued

And now how I feel so renewed

© Tiffany

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Controversial Love

Love just happens by itself,

And who you love you cannot help.

I happened to be loving you,

I didn't know just what to do.

I wasn't sure just how you'd feel,

But now I know this love is real.

© Tiffany

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Love is Love

Love is love is what I say

This goes for you, straight, bi, or gay

Love is love for human beings

We all think and we all have feelings

Love is love no matter what

We all feel love, we all get hurt

Love is love, a true soulmate

And who we love is picked by fate

Love is love, no wrong or right

And all should be free to unite

© Tiffany

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The Same Sex

Deep in your eyes I see your heart

I've known this feeling from the start

I put my hands around your waist

And your neck I start to taste

On your lips I plant a kiss

These feelings are an endless bliss

I run my fingers through your hair

It turns me on, the love we share

My hands on your smooth, soft skin

The body I long to be in

And though our gender is the same

Tonight I'll make you moan my name.

© Tiffany

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There is a Girl

There is a girl who can read my mind

She says what I’m thinking

She does it all the time

There is a girl who helps me out

She knows how to fix things

Advice without a doubt

There is a girl who doesn’t tell

She knows all my secrets

And she keeps them well

There is a girl who cheers me up

She makes me feel better

When my day’s been rough

There is a girl who is so fun

She makes me laugh

More than anyone

There is a girl who is my best friend

And she’ll always be there

Until the end.

© Tiffany

Okay, I'm done posting all that stuff now lol. Sorry but I figured I'd share since the opportunity was there. :-)

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Hmmmm... since everyone's poems are so lovely (good job everyone who has posted so far, enjoyable reading after a hectic day at work!), Ithought I'd share one of mine... doesn't really mention gender in it but it was written by me for a girl I knew in school who I've since lost touch with... well, it's a long story but basically she got married at 18 to a man of 27 in the hope of finding some kind of stability. But, let's not go into that I'll just share the poem instead! :)

WHY CAN'T YOU?

Why can't you let me

give you one smile,

that will light up your world?

Why can't you let me

take you in my arms,

and protect you from harm?

Why can't you let me

kiss away the pain,

and the tears of desperation?

Why can't you let me

whisper three little words,

to promise you everything?

Why can't you let me

love you, the way

you deserve to be loved?

© Nikki 2004

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Come dance with me,

Right now.

Don’t question it

By asking how.

Grab a hold of my hand

And don’t let go.

There’s no telling where this dance will go.

This may lead us to our wedding bands.

Come dance with me

Right away

Do not let me go

Till the break of day.

For here is where I am supposed to stay.

We are meant for each other,

Can’t you see?

Come dance with me

Hold me tight

It was you who turned on the light.

How?

Doesn’t really matter as long as you know.

That it’s you who I think of night and day.

You chase all my cares away.

Come dance with me

And we’ll decide the pace.

Between our two hearts there is no space.

And I know that this isn’t a race.

Thinking of you makes me free.

I no longer feel blue.

How I wish that we were already two.

A couple is what I long to be.

I am waiting for that hopeful day.

Every night I pray

That faith will work in our favor.

You know I will savor

Every precious memory we will make

I will never break

Your heart.

Come dance with me

Despite the time apart.

Cuz you know

You’re always in my heart.

Come dance with me

For the rest of our lives

I want to be

In your arms from here to eternity.

This I do believe

That if you

Come dance with me

I’ll be

The luckiest person there ever could be.

Please know that I will always love you.

By Chrissie C.

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Tears streaming down my face

Hiding the light

That comes from your smile.

I have more but I need my binder. I've been writing since elementary school but haven't taken it serious since hight school. I haven't gotten brave enough to do readings yet.

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my imagination is a drawn out animation which opens my eyes yet darkens the skies. it takes me to a place outside space where the world simply dies. i could stay here for years, where i have no fears, and i would never cry and my dreams would never die. but, this world is not true. the alarm sounds and my time is due. i awake with a fright to a bewildering life where my heart is pierced by an intangible knife. where love is made a truth fades so all you see is lies. i sit and i wish that time would fly but all it has done was crawl by. i want to return to covered eyes, darkened skies, my sweet lullabies and my imagination.

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I have lifted my heart up to you. It is a globe of glass,

inside of which are many shattered stars.

Look! They are burning inside of their sphere.

I am sorry if the light overwhelms you. They are bright.

But it is the only way I know

to overcome the barrier that stands between you and I.

You who cannot imagine

some of the things I know as normal,

and I, so far from your world.

Will you accept it then, although it is not pleasant?

I know it is not the gift you were looking for. It is so ugly.

But I could not have found it in a more beautiful place.

I would have wrapped it for you,

but the skin slipped away and would not stick.

I am sorry. I want to tell you that there is beauty, and grace, and power in it,

but will let you make of it what you want.

After all it is a gift, and I can not tell you how to receive it.

Someday, I will hold it up for all the world to see

and it will be beautiful.

The stars will have mended, and the light they give

will no longer be shocking and erratic.

I will hold up a heart that glows with wisdom, power, grace and beauty—

but most of all—hope. And everyone will see these things

which you must search for in these shattered stars burning.

Please accept this gift, and may you see, in it, a little of yourself.

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Learning to Live

dedicated to my friend and mentor, Ms Laurie, who is constantly throwing flowers to people :-)

I sat inside my wall, safe and secure from all those people “out there” who would hurt me if they got the chance. My wall kept me safe. My wall allowed no one to get close to me, no one to touch me, and no one to see the real me. My wall was beautiful, it hid my ugliness. And, for these reasons, I loved my wall. I had spent over half my life constructing my wall, had used only the choicest materials, and worked hard to make sure that not one crack was left open. My wall was perfect.

A large boulder, which was the centerpiece of my wall was denial. Often, I forgot that it was there, but it stayed strong and never let me down. This rock was old and weathered and held onto the many thoughts and feelings that I fed it on a daily basis. I truly cherished this rock. Next to the boulder was a large stone called rationalization. This was another of my favorite rocks. With this rock, I could make anything seem right and just. On the other side of denial was one whose name was withdrawing—using it, I could escape from anything. Another important rock was minimizing, and next to it was one called self-victimization. But perhaps my greatest treasure was an eyesore I called pain. This was a large, hideous rock that made up the area framing all the other rocks. It stood there, effectively, for all the world to see. This rock was one of the most important stones in my wall because it warded off many of the people who tried to approach me as I sat behind my wall. Denial though, again took precedence. It was the most important part of my wall, as it made up the mortar which allowed my wall to stay together. In fact my entire wall was fraught with denial. As I said, I had taken years to build this wall, and it protected me from the world and cushioned me from all reality. I loved my wall. No one could approach me. No one could get close. I would die here, behind my wall, as I had lived behind it.

Then one day, as I was sitting secure behind my wall, something very strange happened. I heard someone pass very near to my wall. I couldn’t see who it was, but I heard the footsteps stop outside my wall, and a flower was thrown over my wall and fell at my feet… a delicate, fragile, single blossom. At first I was frightened by it—beauty was not part of my wall, nor my life—but I was curious. I picked it up and looked at it in awe. It was so beautiful. It was perfect. I had to know. Hesitantly I whispered and asked who had thrown the flower over my wall. I doubted anyone would hear, and felt some safety in that fact, so was surprised when a voice replied, “A friend.” “I have no friend,” I replied, and was happy again for my wall, for there was that stone of intellectualizing that allowed me not to be deceived by this person. Then I heard a strange noise—it was weeping. The stranger outside of my wall was crying. This time I called out a little louder and asked the stranger why she cried, and she answered, “Because I care.” She said she would like to breach my wall and come close to me, but I would not allow this. I asked her, “Why don’t you run from my pain?” and she answered that she wanted to help, that my pain did not make her afraid. I wondered, as the weeping persisted, if she really did care. I thought—perhaps this person would not hurt me, perhaps I could allow her to come a little bit closer and not suffer any ill will.

As I considered this person’s motives, the crying continued. Why, I thought, am I so important to her, and why is she so important that I am even considering dismantling my wall? And again I turned to my wall—this time to the stone of doubt. As I caressed this well-worn rock, I began to doubt not only her, but myself as well. Maybe this stranger will hurt me, but can she hurt me more than I have already punished myself? I had never questioned the building of my wall… until now. Slowly, I let myself adjust to the idea that I was indeed inflicting upon myself the worst kind of pain. I realized how lonely I was, how miserable—with nothing to dwell on but past hurts. By building my wall, I had walled off all that was good as well as the bad. Maybe, I thought, I could just remove one tiny, insignificant pebble. Though I was terribly frightened, I pushed aside a small stone and left a fist-sized opening. To my amazement, the stranger outside of my wall put her hand through the hole in my wall and stood there asking nothing, expecting nothing, just an outstretched hand. I recoiled in fright, but the fear of aloneness (now that I knew companionship) was greater than my fear of this stranger, whom I was cautiously beginning to trust. Haltingly, hesitantly, I reached out and took hold of the stranger’s hand, and a very wondrous thing happened. I felt a warmth. I felt a vitality in the stranger’s hand that I had never known before. And we stood there, holding hands through the wall I had built around myself, and I thought… perhaps I can get close to this one person. So I told her, “If you will help me, we can remove some stones from my wall so that you may enter.” The stranger said she was happy to help. So carefully, fearfully I allowed the stranger to cast aside a few of the small stones until she had created a hole large enough for herself to fit through. She stepped inside my wall and said, “I want to help, I want to be your friend.” This stranger was within my wall. I was vulnerable… with no defenses.

I wrapped my arms around the stranger’s shoulders and I cried. At last I had discovered that I could allow another human to come close to me and I would not be injured or hurt. “If you will help me, we can push down some more of your wall,” my friend said, “then you can see the beauty that is outside.” I was very opposed to the idea, but after a little cajoling from my friend, we began to remove my rocks. Together we worked, sometimes slowly and others faster. I was still hesitant about removing my wall.

Finally the hole was large enough that I could look out at the world. I could see the beauty of the world for the first time, and for the first time, I was not frightened. I realized that this wall I had built to protect myself, had not only protected me, it had walled me off from all the beauty of life and the world around me.

I have wept many times at the destruction of my wall. There are parts of my wall still intact. Sometimes in moments of fright, I retreat behind what remains of my wall, but each time I shield myself from the world, I realize that I am cutting off all the world has to offer. The joy, the friendship, the caring. And each time, I tear down a little more of my wall.

I asked my friend, “How can I ever repay you for what you have given me,” and my friend answered, “I see another wall. Behind that wall is another stranger who needs a friend.” So now I pick a flower and toss it over someone else’s wall. I can only hope that I can repay some of what has been given to me. There is love, there is caring, and there is good and it is for all people. All you must do is open a little hole in your wall, and allow a stranger to help. And the world can be a wonderful place.

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I have lifted my heart up to you. It is a globe of glass,

inside of which are many shattered stars.

Look! They are burning inside of their sphere.

I am sorry if the light overwhelms you. They are bright.

But it is the only way I know

to overcome the barrier that stands between you and I.

You who cannot imagine

some of the things I know as normal,

and I, so far from your world.

Will you accept it then, although it is not pleasant?

I know it is not the gift you were looking for. It is so ugly.

But I could not have found it in a more beautiful place.

I would have wrapped it for you,

but the skin slipped away and would not stick.

I am sorry. I want to tell you that there is beauty, and grace, and power in it,

but will let you make of it what you want.

After all it is a gift, and I can not tell you how to receive it.

Someday, I will hold it up for all the world to see

and it will be beautiful.

The stars will have mended, and the light they give

will no longer be shocking and erratic.

I will hold up a heart that glows with wisdom, power, grace and beauty—

but most of all—hope. And everyone will see these things

which you must search for in these shattered stars burning.

Please accept this gift, and may you see, in it, a little of yourself.

by the way i forgot to add the title...its called Shattered Stars Burning, and was originally meant for my twin sister...who got all the "normal" genes. LOL

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