A Hidden Heart

For me,

love is the monster in the dark.

It is raw and exposing,

showing myself to the world.

The world of people who judge and hate,

hate on the existence of life itself.

On my existence.

The ones who could take my life

for no more than holding a girl's hand.

Or worse, make me ashamed of my love.

But I cradle my heart,

wipe away the tears,

fill the cracks.

And I love anyways.

There is no choice.

I was built to share my heart, my life

with another beautiful woman.

I will keep loving.

Love,

  a lesbian