internalized homophobia
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it's like being a dandelion in a field of flowersyou look like them, you smell like them, you feel like them
but you're a weed
we have rejected every single form
of rules we were taught to obey
my soul feels different when you are around,
like hands being held together
thats what love is, against all odds
They didn’t tell you that cherry cola was wrong,
but they let you know it was.
They said that only the sick minded drank it,
declared from a broken and cracked pulpit
Dirty
Dirty, dirty words
How dare you speak them in my house
My home, His house
Who I am is not dirty
But let it be undefined, unspoken
