I love her

I wake up every morning and the first thing I think is how much I love her

But I'm told I shouldn't on the off chance that it offends someone

How can my love be offensive

I live with no regrets

But if you tell a child that only knows English that they should be speaking Latin

They will live their whole life in silence.

When I was born, I had no clue that I would be a prisoner to a closet

I shouldn't have had to ask my mother if she still loved me

But the world made me question her

Made me think that she would be right not to love me

That a mother's love can only go so far, and the line was drawn at sexuality.

When I wake up in the morning and think "I love her"

Why do I feel guilty every time

I've been kicked out of churches, out of homes, out of lives

Because what they think is "normal" is something I can't be.

I shouldn't have to apologize

I just want to hold her hand

I don't want to be an animal at a zoo, being stared at like I'm dangerous

I don't want to feel like a neon sign

People shake their heads at me, and I wonder what they're saying no to

I'm what they're saying no to

I don't know when I became a cigarette,

But I don't come in a box, I don't need a label

I don't have a label

Just let me be me, or let me be.