What Could a Young Lesbian Do? | Homophobia Poem

What could I do? 

What could I say?

How could I stop them? 


Tell them we aren’t a threat to them?

We aren’t immoral demons from below?

Explain why they’re taught to hate us?


How could I tell them,

When they wouldn’t hear me? 

How would I tell them,

When I couldn’t breathe?


How could I tell them when they openly mocked my people? 

How could I tell them when they openly debated my rights?

How could I tell them when they openly beat him into submission?


Should I have screamed over their taunting?

Forced myself between them and the Faggot?

So the Dyke can be tortured as well?

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Don’t Write It Down | Living with Borderline Personality Disorder

No actual thoughts in my adolescent diaries,

Only what happened during my day.

All so boring,

So sterile.


What happened at school,

What happened at church,

What happened at work,

What happened at home.


Nothing on my thoughts.

“Your thoughts are normal, no need to keep track.”

Nothing on what I want from life.

“Your life won’t last long, no need to fantasize.”


I don’t care what happened during my day,

I care about what I felt during my day.

But I didn’t write it down,

Writing it down makes it real.

Killing My Evil Side: Living with Borderline Personality Disorder Poem

I tried to kill my evil side.


Most times it would evade clutch,

Openly mocking my attempts.


Other times it would allow touch,

Slyly preventing my movements. 


It never stopped

waiting,

watching,

whispering.


I desperately tried to kill my evil side,

While my evil side easily killed me.