Insecure Obscure
All my life I’ve been with insecure men but it never made me unsure of who or what I wanted. Who am I am?
I mean I like boys they’re fun to play with but I like girls too. Is that such a bad thing?
Fuck fallling in love, what love needs is trust and I refuse to give my heart to an insecure man.
Someone once told me I’m always serious, brooding reflecting.
Honey, you should smile more. Oh really? Some people say you're so funny. You should be a comedian. But deep down I'm crying from from own lack of self-esteem.
Some boy once told me you would never be the girl to take home to my mother. I would never want to meet your mother because she created you. And to meet your father would bring shame to my family's name, But the disrespectful communication seperates a boy from a man. I wouldn't want to go with you anyway, dick's not big enough to keep me satisfied at bay.
Not someone, you’re a dominant female he said, sexually frustrated, confused, insinuating that I would never be his perfect little submissive wife. No possibility, improbability wanted to scream I'm a lesbian, so never would our love entertain.
Secondly, I am a cougar attracted to larvae, my intelligence is bait, I walk with confidence there's strength in my gait, in my gaze. My humor and wits are the talents, a flirt is a trade.
You’re teeth could be brighter, your walk, your gait much more an outmost display of femininity Why did you cut your hair were you going for the dyke look
Gender expression has no boundaries no limits
Girls aren’t supposed to sit like this
You’re a tomboy, cause you like to compete
Does she play with the boys? She shoots like a boy. I guess that’s a compliment
If you want to be a winner suck it up and get some balls.
Are you gay, are you lesbian, are you bisexual. No one’s never asked me am I straight. It’s always been do you like girls. Objectification of the body and spirit is real. I’ve been with boys since before I was a teen. When I was 12 was the time I knew for sure. 16 was the time I knew for sure sure. 18 is the moment where my heart first lived and did not give two fucks.
Labels I don’t like
Like lace lapels queer as folk at night .It doesn’t matter who I sleep with in my bed. Just know that is one less individual to keep you warm. What’s the matter if they’re taken out the gene pool. Yeah the heteronormative stuffs kind of cool. But not really everyone is pretentious as fuck and growing up I knew that I was different.
Every time someone tried to guess my sexuality I hid in a wardrobe cause it’s bigger than a closet. Why would anyone choose something if everyone makes a big deal out of it
I’m not a fashion statement. I’m not looking for male attention to feed on your twisted dark fantasy. I need love, protection, and well being to be looked after. I have dreams so don’t you dare discourage me.
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