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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