Acceptance
We sat in the back of my car together as my mom drove us home that night.
You spent the night at my house, and I gently combed your hair.
You're female, so you're exquisitely soft, everywhere I touch.
They say it happens in the womb. That's the place where it all began.
Lic Ideology
You shun me. You put me down.
Yet you fail to let me develop mine,
Your patriarchal rule will be your own downfall,
You cling to the old and deny yourselves the beauty of the new,
Teenagers
We defy your conventions; we break all your rules.
We're concerned with the future but on our own terms.
You don't understand us; we're a generation apart.
We are your children, but we're our own future.
Lezie Love
Gently I rub my hands over your breasts.
You're so very gentle, gentle and soft,
Gently I skritch you on the top of your head,
Ten percent of all girls feel this way.
You popped your knuckles, then helped pop mine. I laughed; you were so bold.
You held my hands as we sat together. My eyes never left your sight.
My sister joked about us touching, and I said that your hands were cold.
We climbed into bed, and in the darkness you reached out to touch my arm.
Your hand slid down my body, 'til it came to rest down there.
We shared a moment of intimate love, and I knew I would come to no harm.
My fingers gently stroked you, and you had an orgasm near the end.
You're the same sex that I am, and that's a blessing not a crutch.
Our lips came together in a soft embrace, and I cried as I held my best friend.
If that's so true, then why can't the world accept that I'm a lesbian?
You demand I follow your ideology.
Then you bitch and moan and cry when I drop you to the ground.
I am a student of the mind, a master of psychology.
And instead demand I follow blindly where you lead.
You claim your "God" is perfect, and that "He's" given you many a sign,
Yet you can prove none of this, and instead are like lemmings on speed.
For you deny the ones you need to bear your perfect race.
You deny yourselves the pleasure of a quickie in the hall.
I'm bipoly not bipolar, but you can't read it from my face.
Then you have the balls to ask me "What Would Jesus Do?"
We question authority and things you consider taboo.
We kiss passionately in public and aren't afraid to shoot pool,
And the best joke on earth is the interrupting, "Moo."
We aren't stuck in the past; this is the digital age.
If you give us a counter plan, we'll provide you with perms,
And what we define as expression, you define as pure rage.
We respect your beliefs, but we want our own lives.
When you try to force yours upon us, you break more then our heart.
It's your lack of understanding that drives us to the guns and the knives.
Don't try to claim our lives to use as your suture.
My fingers dig in your delicate skin.
You purr as content and incline your neck.
My mouth finds the cup beneath your smooth chin.
In ways that no male could ever become.
The smell of your perfume; my minds aloft,
And when you're aroused, my brain's never numb.
By your ears where you like to be petted.
Now our lips meet; we lay down on the bed,
My fingers move and come away wetted.
Girls love girls; it's just hard to say.