to my mother whose birthday in today, thank you for all of your love and support
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"no one will take my colors" by Linda M. Crate
when i could no longer run from truth, it felt as if my head would split in two; couldn't deny i wasn't straight as i always had when i was younger when i fell in love with her— she woke things in my soul that i didn't even know were sleeping, and she shook off the cosmic dust that had settled when i had stopped fighting for my dreams; reminded me of my importance and my strength— i wish i could've been brave enough to tell her how i felt instead of pushing her away, but the self-disgust was real; all my life i had hid so perfectly well who i truly was had everyone fooled even myself— didn't know i was allowed to take pride in myself as i was, but now i am proud of my rainbow heart; no one will take my colors from me.
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"Loving Out Loud" by Alberte Steengaard
Here I sit Day after day Wishing that I Had something to say Here I sit Night after night Wishing for better With all of my might Here I sit Summer and spring Waiting for something For life to begin Here I sit Winter and fall Thinking that out there Is nothing at all? Here I sit Come wind or come rain Shielding myself From all of the pain Here I sit Through sunshine and cloud Terribly scared of loving out loud
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"I Should Tell You" by Alex Voelkel
This is the point where I should tell you I never dreamed to fly as high That all my life in all I’ve been through I never thought I’d reach the sky. This is the point where people claim That they were always there for me That they believed I’d rock this game While I just feared and couldn’t see. This is the point where I should also thank everyone for their support And while you sing and tell me bravo I cry for those who were my fort. But telling this would not be truthful It wouldn’t come right from the soul, while life has made me quite successful I’ve never liked the liar’s role. So as I stand here reminiscing and wond’ring how I got so far I know for sure what isn’t missing: false praises in my memoir. For to speak truly, there has been but one who always took my side one person only who has seen the glory that I kept inside. While all the rest were filled with doubt and told me that I should forsake the hopes and dreams I cared about they told me there was much at stake. You see, the one who dared to dream, who never faltered on my ways, was I myself, so it would seem I am the one who I shall praise. I am not scared to show my pride False modesty I’ll never claim for all I’ve fought and all I’ve tried I think I do deserve my fame. To all of you who feel betrayed and call my act and art a farce There is but one thing to be said: Go shove this finger up your arse.
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"from Lines Written About a Number of Customers" by S.J. Saighead
V A pair, a secret; Shared with a glance. A knowing look, A particular stance. One looks on, While the other advances; Though we all know, there’s no space for romances. Just simply play, designed to enhance each other's day, on the off chance; that we are the same the three of us here. Us three men, all feeling queer.
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