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Sometimes I can feel the sand
piling on me like little weights
aren't they cute?
I don't think
I'll ever see the beauty
in sand scratching my eyes
leaving permanent flaws
and with every breath taken
it becomes heavier
my skin drying as I reach out
hoping someone will see me
on the other side
of this hourglass
piling on me like little weights
aren't they cute?
I don't think
I'll ever see the beauty
in sand scratching my eyes
leaving permanent flaws
and with every breath taken
it becomes heavier
my skin drying as I reach out
hoping someone will see me
on the other side
of this hourglass
Literature
Pride
Glances wither, voices fade
Towers crumble, mirrors crack--
What's wrong with me?
This body that never
Was meant to be mine
This son who is always
Referred to as "daughter"--
What's wrong with me?
The bundle of sticks
That's a little too happy
The "I'm proud, I swear"
That's a little too sad--
What's wrong with me?
But there's this voice
This subconscious smile
That whispers what, maybe, I knew all along,
Says maybe,
Just maybe,
"You were born this way."
There's this thought,
This near silent whisper
That speaks from the cracks of the mirror that lied,
Says maybe,
Just maybe
"There's nothing to be ashamed of."
Th
Literature
Curious to be a Lesbian
Somedays I dream of a girls kiss
I want to hold her hand in public,
Need to claim her as mine
Somedays, my sexuality is confused
I almost need to be with a girl sometimes
The need to feel her soft hands on my body
Somedays, I wonder what it's like to fall in love with a girl
I've dated them, but never been in love with a girl
I really want to be with another girl
Somedays, I am curious what it's like to be a lesbian
I know I'm not straight and I'm comfortable with that
But, what is it like?
Literature
Coming Out to my mom
I wanted to approach it
As carefully as possible
I wanted to finally be myself
With my always loving mom
I knew it had to come out eventually
Couldn't remain a white elephant forever
If only I'd known what she would say
Oh if only I had been more clever…
We were having such a nice time
Just sitting, laughing, watching t.v.
Finally some time alone
Just her and me
We were settled down
Finally the time was right
A moment just between us
On a calm winter's night
"Mom, I have to tell you something."
I started, keeping my voice calm
"What is it honey?"
She smiled back, and I felt a sudden qualm
Is this the right choice?
S
A poem on the spot. I hope you like it. 
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But we can't see through
This glass of hours
Dripping moments of sand
Over days and years, so
How could we hope to see you?
This glass of hours
Dripping moments of sand
Over days and years, so
How could we hope to see you?