When we gather,
I am not someone’s gay sister or friend
I am more than just “the other”
I am perfectly fine.
When we gather,
my attraction goes unquestioned
my relationships get full recognition,
as does my heartache in the end.
When we gather,
I am more myself than ever.
I’d like to do this again,
even only for an hour.
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February 1, 2017 at 4:52 pm
This is exactly it. Gonna send a link to this poem next time someone asks why lesbian spaces are so important to me.