Love to Me, Love to You
To love a man, to love a girl...
What difference is there really?
Love, to me, is the same
In any language, in any shape
For any age,
For any person.
Love could maybe just be
a simple word
to describe a feeling held deep inside
Like flying up on cloud nine,
where the sun shines,
heaven glows, sanguine and placid.
Whoa... Wait just a minute...
Forget that fantasy shit for just a bit
and let me tell you what love has done for me.
A-B-C... A-F-K... K-B-T... 1-2-3...
L and G, B and T
That's where my dirty little secret hides.
Ain't none of the best liars in the world
Not any of the thieving cats in the alleys
Not one of the politicans in America
Got something on this,
So feel free to diss, but you don't want to miss
What I'm going to reveal.
Just a chance to be open, a door
Let the hate out the back.
Now turn the clock back to when
I used to mack on guys, just males
Back to the day I never spoke
Never voiced who I was.
Hiding what was natural
A part of me
How I came out to be.
Me, for who I couldn't help to be.
B as in bi, not T because I never tried
To find someone to accept me,
Me for who I couldn't help to be.
Because
I was afraid of the dark, of the secrets, of the lies
and the pain
Of being alone.
The nights that dawned
the rejection of me, myself.
Because I was one less from tri
Two-wheeled, handlebars,
Can you handle me?
This is the truth
Sorry I can't soothe
The hate seething
From your mouth
Your teeth
The tears
That reject Me.
As
Your friend,
your classmate,
your girlfriend,
your daughter...
It's me.
It's always been me.
Whether L, G, B, or T.
All I've ever been was
M and E.
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