Mental health, Buddhist teachings, and Lesbian poetry I hid in the depths of my soul for 20+ years.
I don’t know who’s appearance you have,
I don’t know what passions ignite your soul.
I don’t know where we’ll meet,
I don’t know when that’ll be.
I don’t know why you’ll choose me,
I don’t know how I’ll let you.
I know only one thing:
You were born a woman.
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To be honest,
You scared me.
You were the perfect Mormon example.
You were everything I wanted to be,
Everything I — needed to be.
So I chose to walk behind you,
Hoping you’d show me the way.
Show me how to be a good Mormon,
How to be a good heterosexual girl.
How to be good at all. . .
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…to a man was unsaid.
Not imaginable, the day
Nor the flowers, or bouquet
What a day it could be!
Those purest gathered around us,
Sharing the moment two souls join in God.
“What will he look like?”
Why can’t I see him?
“What will he say to you?”
Why can’t I hear him?
“What will his personality be?”
Why can’t I imagine him?
“Imagine the blessed day,
your wedding day,
an eternal husband awaits.”
Why can’t I breathe?
Looks of longing
Never touching
Always feeling
Fear superseding
—
Pain connect us
Past generations hear us
Sappho
E. Dickenson
A. Lorde
Their words repeat back to us
Ringing true in our ears
—
How long must it last,
An artform taken from despair?
One day all Sapphics won’t be poets,
But all poetry is Sapphic
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