Lesbian Love
You think i'm gross,
it is not right.
I sit up through the night.
I cry and cry til i can't cry anymore.
You call me ugly names, like 'whore'.
I love the ladies,
can't you see?
Men just aren't for me.
I'm not a whore
how could i be?
i have one girlfriend,
and she means the world to me.
i am a lesbian.
through it all,
you won't change me,
i won't fall.
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