she wasn’t like them, so they didn’t like her
to her face they smiled and said ‘nice things’
which she knew were lies
behind her back they laughed
and made dirty-lezzie jokes
because it made them uncomfortable
to think about what they thought she did
it made them feel a bit disgusted
like when you stand too close
…
she looked like them in superficial ways
wore at times, nicer dresses and had longer hair
the fact that she liked girls wasn’t in their
comfort zone
when it was summer time they had
BBQ’s and invited all the neighborhood kids
wondering if she would be safe around minors or
would do something inappropriate
when they started a mommy running club
she wasn’t invited because she was neither
a mommy or someone they wanted to
bare their secrets with
what would she understand of husbands?
maybe their husbands liked her
because she was unavailable
when it was Halloween they made candy and
knocked on all the doors but hers
because the other mothers said best to avoid
what they did not care to know
…
that’s why she lived a harder life than she had to
for there is almost nothing worse than pretend friendliness
leaving you more alone than if they said what they thought
and spat in your face
if you think that’s an exaggeration or she feels
sorry for herself
think on the tiny percent of the world
where being gay is safe or legal
and the huge part of the world where it is forbidden or punished
think on how many lament at
the shift in culture toward acceptance
calling it a ruination of our society with all
those damn fags
compare it to those who truly feel inclusive
how every day isn’t the same
when you have to contend with not fitting in
making everyone else feel uncomfortable
just by existing
nor can you talk about what matters to you
just in-case visual images abound and people
begin to change the subject
…
if it were a choice … a lifestyle … few would make it
yet she exists
wishing sometimes the phone would ring
another girl like her would say
I know how you feel
would you like to go for a walk?
she is a gay princess in a tower
and her princess
is somewhere in the world perhaps
thinking the same thoughts
two outsiders
unable to find each other
TheFeatheredSleep 
I pity them, for she is Beautiful ❤
Thank you dear one for your lovely words
Dearest Orville, as much as things change they stay the same, anyone who is black knows this instinctively because unlike someone who is gay they cannot go into the closet about their color and discrimination is in their face. Thank you my friend for reading this
Well said my friend well said and thank you
Ah how right you are sage-lady how right you are. I am sure we are all ‘guilty’ of having a fear of the unknown, but I find it harder to forgive being cruel because of ones fear
I am so very honored and happy that you liked it because I almost didn’t post it! Thank you!
Nice way of seeing it – supporting the choir, I really like that image/idea. I also would refute that others know ‘better than you’ as I happen to think you’re far smarter than you say, and I’m still waiting for you to write your own poetry again here! Do it!
Oh my friend thank you that means the world that you say so. I also have a desperate urge to find a fountain pen now 😉
Well we must speak out for those who are gagged! 💜💜
Interestingly cruelty has come up in a few posts recently – different contexts, same beast. Never is it OK, and yes, it is hard to forget let alone forgive when on the receiving end.
Thanks
You’re so sincerely welcome! That would be awesome!
Candice, I’m very glad you wrote this, and opened up the discussion on this important subject. It’s unfathomable to me that society is still so backwards and ignorant and uncaring…. Please keep writing about it, keep the dialogue open. ❤️
You are Welcome. 🙂👍
Thank you for this, it’s a powerful poem.
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from TheFeatheredSleep
I wrote it and thought of you. I’m glad you liked it. We have to stand together.
Thank you dearest B I agree w/u it’s one of those things I know is not popular but it is so very, very important. I thought of that little boy who committed suicide this week that was my inspiration for deciding I had to even if eyes would roll
Awww….its my hope the Princesses all find each other and everybody else learns to mind their own business, sheesh.
❤️❤️
Beautifully presented topic of the unaccepted. Thank you. May minds and hearts learn our differences is a strength.
Thank you so much dear Susi for your lovely comment
I officially LOVE this comment! TY so much!
You’re very welcome 🙂
You’re very welcome.
Oh no… Good you posted it.. it is really very good
In all the world, I can think of a relative few, whose company I would shun- Satanists, pedophiles, human traffickers. None of those categories inherently pertain to gay people. The closed-minded, in that regard, deprive themselves, more than they deprive the sensitive, usually clear-headed souls who orient towards people of their own gender.
Indeed we do have to stick together. These are truly dark times.
Fake friendliness is the worst. And I can’t stand those who lament for the lost art of hypocrisy. Why is it so difficult to let people live the way they want?