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I once was broken, lost, and confused. I didn’t want anyone to know how deeply I longed to be with another woman. I dressed up in tight clothes, but walked with Bop…a bop my grandmother would get angry over, telling me “shoulders bk, and stand up straight” but grandma that’s not me though.
I went to church, felt really out of place because the whole time I’m there.. I’m being outnumbered. .. why because HOMOSEXUALS do not enter HEAVEN… but your a preacher!
Well how do you explain a hemorphadite born with a penis and a vagina and the parents have to choose which one to keep… if you cut off the penis and keep the vagina “SHE” may grow up to act like a “HE” because the hormones won’t change. I wonder where they end up??
As for me, I am a broken glass and needed to be swept up… or maybe even tried to be put bk together.
I finally found the strength to SCREAM OUT LOUD.. “I LOVE WOMEN”
“I SOMETIMES LIKE MEN” … but not really. … I don’t care what you think or how you feel because CLEARLY you have your own shit that will get you to hell probably faster than my homosexuality lifestyle.
You smoke, drink, gossip, partcipate in fornication, and still believe GOD will favor you over me EATING A LIL PUSSY!
NAHHH… YOUR SIN IS NO BIGGER THAN MY SIN, your heart is a little gritty, your way of thinking need to be transformed.
I am not afraid to tell HER I love her because that feels better than wanting to ball up in a corner and slit my wrist because of what He told his cousins’ mama sister….
Fuck YOU, I’M ME.. & ME LOVES A SHE!
(2014)
