The Response: More than Still a Lesbian

From the beginning of time, women found ways to show their affection for one another. Although time has told us that women loving women is an ugly thing, poems such as this begs to differ.

Throughout Time, Across Cultures

Call me by my proper title,

Do not call me ugly.

Look at me with admiration and passion,

not disgust and dissatisfaction.

I only knew of the woman I was born to be,

I never knew there was another layer.

Society told me a story that did not flow with

My origin story.

Our story is a secret note slipped into a hand

As I pass you down an alleyway.

The piece of your wrist that I see every day

Carries my motivation like a boat carries me across the lake.

We boldly stroll where we are told not to go

And society cringes as we do.

We. Are. Beautiful.

We have been for centuries, and we will be tomorrow.

Through the various cultural avenues that

Splinter our town, we exist.

No matter what is thrown at us

We know their mouths are not ready.

We tell them “Do not call us ugly”

But they never listen.

Our hands clasped in solidarity and love,

We keep walking, keep exchanging notes,

We keep moving forward, we keep existing.