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LGBTQ+ Poem: I’m scared you’ll never know me, by Midge Blaeser

I’m scared you’ll never know me
Beyond the child you claim to adore
But I will be who makes me happy

I wonder how that last day will be
When I come knocking on your door
I’m scared you’ll never know me

You might not expect who you see
It may shock you to your core
But I will be who makes me happy

Even if it will set me free
And I know I’m not unsure
I’m scared you’ll never know me

You’ll mourn the loss of who I used to be
Into my heart your words might bore
But I will be who makes me happy

I was never going to be what you expected of me
We can never know what’s in store
I’m scared you’ll never know me
But I will be who makes me happy

LGBTQ+ Poem: Change, by Kathryn Maiolino

I want to change
To fix every piece of me
That others say is broken
To be acceptable
And live to their standards
To be who others strive to be
And show them how to get there
To show society
I am like them and always will be
To just conform
It would be easier that way

But I can’t

I must stay the same
To show them
They don’t define how whole I am
To tell others
Acceptance can’t come at the cost of me
To strive to be me
And only me because I am strong
To laugh in society’s face
When they ask me to change
To never conform
And show those like me we have to fight

I have to speak up for those who can’t
The afraid
Those no longer here and forgotten by time
I have to fight with the strength
Of everyone
Who can’t fight for themselves
Until the day comes
When we no longer have to fight

When everyone is equal and has a voice
When everyone is loved and can love
When we are all seen as one thing

Human

But how can I stand up for them
If I’m scared of being me

Dyke

Any words you say I can take like feathers brushing my skin
But one
Words curl up and bead off my skin like it’s a raincoat in a storm
But one
Like ink ruins me
Stains my carefully crafted pages
Brands me wherever it touches

LGBTQ+ Poem: Hiding, by Rebecca Bevilacqua

She held my hand today,
In front of everyone,
Not hiding it inside pockets,
Only after a few weeks.

We couldn’t do the same,
Even after months,
Maybe because of the stares,
Or maybe because of you.

I never thought of it
As a big deal,
But now I know how it feels,
And I almost want to forget it.

It seems so strange
To be able to see your flaws and
Not hide them under the carpet,
Month after month after month.

LGBTQ+ Poem: Absolution, by Aironn Fiorenza Amaris

Eve sat my opposite in homeroom,
her pitch black hair dancing around her waist.
I could not keep my eyes off of her,
though I’m sure she had no idea of my existence.

I wanted to be her friend,
maybe just to braid her hair.

On Sundays, I sat in the splintering pews of my parish,
eyes locked on the flowing hair on my savior.
I thought of her in those pews,
and when the wood stabbed into my knees, kneeling in prayer.

I wanted to hold her hand,
maybe just to feel the softness of her skin.

Eden was kept locked away from students sinners,
too many incidents and ambulances.
But one day, as if given by the hand of God,
we entered at the same time.

I wanted to kiss her,
maybe just to taste the forbidden fruit that dripped from her tongue.

She took me by the hand and led me to the wall—
gently placing her mouth on my own.
Pulling away, she placed one finger to her lips and I nodded in agreement.
Our secret would remain in these walls.

I had to taste her sin again,
so I begged Him for absolution.

Eve and I established a routine,
meeting in the garden every week.
Eternal fire dripped down from our foreheads and burned our eyes—
it was no matter. She was my savior.

Maybe Eve was right;
something as good as that apple, or these lips, should not be wasted.

I was supposed to be reading my bible, so when my phone buzzed against my desk,
Mary burst through the door. Reading every message, her mouth widened—
You must have a wrong number.
We did not meet in the Garden that week.

If I was created in His image,
why can’t I shake this feeling?

I was instructed to stay upstairs for the adult sermon that week.
I listened to the preacher spew fire from his throat, Leviticus 18:22.
Yet in the same breath, John 13:34.
The most important commandment of all, to love those as I have loved you.

Surely Hell hath no fury,
like the hatred I feel for myself.

So when I saw Eve in the Garden that week,
I led her to the wall.
Our hands traced silhouettes onto each other’s skin.
See you in Eden. I ran from the bathroom, all the way home.

God forgive me,
but I cannot bloody my knees anymore.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in Eden.
He stood under luscious green trees, overflowing with candy red fruit.
Is it a sin to love?
He said nothing, but instead led me to our garden.

I sat with my back against the cold tile walls,
and waited for Eve’s return

LOVE Poem: A Resurrection, by Mrunal Bhosale

your thoughts
tiptoe
on my hardwood floor
choke me
at midnights
cold and quick
when my brain’s
unguarded,
empty of madness
I feel my skull
cracking
under your fingers
the seams
nothing short of
spider webs
spurting out
coils and coils
of hopes, fears, desires
said, unsaid
layers and layers
peeling away
at your will
till I am devoid
of this world
and everything in it
till I am a pool
of nothingness
but me
bare and whole,
pure and undefiled
finally,
at home,
in your hands

LOVE Poem: For You, by King Weatherspoon

all the rivers in the world are running back
to the day you were born
my infant-bodied-tears
came out of me to join the race
the water i walked on
was just the way to your house
egypt hadn’t begun making
your favorite color yet
my falcon friend set every grain of sand on fire
shaped it into glass
and stained it with an image of you
the locals brought me a nest of butterflies
to hold in my stomach
each of them chanting your name
so i would never forget
even as i slept the long sleep
and woke up someone new
that i am an alter made flesh
a throne room
for you

LOVE Poem: Polaris, by Heidi Nelson

The stars make me sad now,
which makes me sad that I don’t love stars,
which is driving me crazy.

Stars fascinated me until last week,
the sky was polluted,
only you would try to see through the gray.

Polaris however, shined through.
It is brighter than the sun afterall,
a phrase that fits so perfectly with your name.

I bet Polaris has seen so many smiles,
from couples, friends and whatever we were that night,
and I wonder if he shines on purpose just to see a hopeless girl smile.

I didn’t see Polaris the next morning,
I also didn’t see you,

Stars make me sad now,
because I don’t want to look at them with anyone but you.

DEATH Poem: The Dark Night Trilogy, by Resse

The Dark Knight trilogy,
The gun fell to the ground as a stranger killed me.
Tormented by those who broke bones for the light,
So peaceful, yet hours pass in silence,
Lost in an hourglass, time slipping under the sheets.
A crossworld crossover, the cross on my back spoke to me.
The knight declined salvation’s call.
“Love me,” she said, “Let my death lead your creation.”

Slippery as an eel,
Snakes are my meals,
Sliced and diced, devoured just for the prize.
Betrayal.
“Please, just kill me.”
I’m all alone, even in company,
Defined by a god who prophesied the dangers of despair.
You, a daemon of a land that doesn’t recognize you—
Call him, so he can save me.