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my dearest world


I was 14

(the first time I was called a dyke)

And we laughed

Because society Is changing

And I love that

Just like I love everyone

Though mostly woman

And  even though you may think its wrong

To call someone such a word

Its fine

Because it's said with love

Because what I reclaim can no longer hurt me

Because that’s what I am

But it's also not

 

I am more than a word

One syllable cannot express my love.

And I think the world gets that.

 

Sometimes I lie on the ground

And stare up at the sky

And I cry

Because the world is just so beautiful

And I am overwhelmed

 

Society is changing

And I love

that.

 

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