My love has a smile that lights up the night,
Blue eyes like oceans I wish to drown in.
Her divine voice pulls me into the light,
But you shame our love, for it is a sin.
The feelings my soul bleeds aren’t my choice,
Judgment from your thoughts like they can read mine.
I will scream for you to accept my voice.
I beg to erase my title of “swine”.
What they don’t see is I am still human,
Who my heart loves is not my decision.
Earth is the garden we’re meant to bloom in,
The book of love is meant for revision.
Romance is a tale for grace and splendor,
Please don’t hate those who love the same gender.
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Author:
Emily Bradshaw (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is the final work in my Nouveau America collection. As a member of the LGBTQ community this was mainly inspired by my coming out. In fact, I actually wrote this 3 years ago originally when I initially came out but just edited it to be a part of this collection. Not everyone was accepting of my love for women, and that is what inspired these words. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around for the complete publication of this collection.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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