Our Love is Dangerous
Our Love is Dangerous
by Ava Webb
13-14
Our love is dangerous
It’s not just you and me
We don’t fit in their box
So we’ll never be free
Their taunting words tantalizing
Tainting our tongues with their speech
Until we taste blood
Drawn by their poison
That guy just called me a dyke
But do you know why?
Because that son if a bitch couldn’t get it up for his twenty year old girlfriend if he took six fucking viagras.
But hey
At least our identity
Is no longer considered a mental illness
I want to feel safe
In both parts of my sexuality
I shouldn’t be afraid to feel
Because it’s scary enough all on it’s own
Not to mention that I’m too gay for the straights
And to straight for the gays
And just to be clear
Bisexual does not mean I’m half gay half straight
HOWEVER It DOES MEAN
That I am consistently awkward
Constantly uncomfortable
And always ALWAYS a flamboyant mess
Even though they don’t lock us up anymore
We’re still fitted with straight jackets
The moment we’re born
Praying that they’re worn down with time
Our limbs only to hug ourselves
But we still don’t love ourselves
We will forever crave embrace
Always to be disappointed
We slouch through it all
Lurking in the shadows
Afraid to show our light
For fear that we shine too bright
Though we know light can be a beacon
Calling out to lost souls
Commanding inclusion
That light can be a haven
But we are hidden away
Hunched under the thumb of oppression
We are chained and bound to
What others think we should be
Not who we are
Not who we love
But who they want to see
When I march down mainstreet in july
Painted pink purple and blue
It’s because I’m bored of my white straight jacket
Tired of being seen as
Straight quiet polite
When i’m gay loud and obtuse
And i will not stop just because you don’t like me.