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by Aria Stewart
15-17
How dare you tell me
That I’m unnatural
When my only crime is being a girl who loves girls
How dare you tell me
That I’m wrong, or bad
When you shame others for who they are
How dare you tell me
That your God doesn’t approve
Because after all, they were the one who made girls so stunning
How dare you tell me
I can’t be in love
With her
Because have you seen the way the sun shines off her hair, how it glitters in her eyes?
Have you seen her in the morning, bleary and barely-awake?
Have you seen the way her hand fits so perfectly in mine
Or how her lips melt into mine
How dare you tell me
We can’t be together
When you don’t see the way we march proudly
Underneath the same rainbow flag
How dare you look at us
With the same disdain and disgust you would
At a piece of gum under your shoe
Or the public restroom at a gas station
How dare you tell me
Bisexuality isn’t real
This is just a phase
When you barely know me
How dare you shame me
How dare you?