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Why do you hate me now?Mama, why do you hate me now?
Call me freak, idiotic, and irresponsible.
You always put me down.
Making your mind think it's not possible.

Mama, who cares if I'm with another girl?
Why can't you just accept me?
Looking at me, you seem like you want to hurl.
Please, just let me be.

Mama, you try to drive us apart.
Your blood boiling within your veins.
Never liked us being together from the start.
You get pissed off every time you hear her name.

Mama, I love this girl with all my heart.
Your efforts are useless.
Even you can't drive us apart.
Must you continue to be so heartless?

Mama, would you even miss me?
If I decided to ju

JaneThe name Jane has always appeared somewhere or the other in my writing. Either in the words 'plain Jane' or 'Jane was not-' or even, 'how about a simple name like Jane'? Now, I never have known a Jane. Not ever. At least not until a few days ago. All I had were the many Janes in my stories to go on as reference.

Isn't it funny how you can associate faces with names? You start picturing what a Jane would look like. Probably someone with mousy brown hair, brown eyes, thick eyebrows and a pretty smile. Rather insipid, not nearly beautiful or even pretty but passable.

So when Jane Julia Simpson walked into my life, to say the least, I was not p

It would never be enoughI could stare at your sleeping face for hours and never get tired.
I could lay in your arms always and I would never get bored.
I could bathe in your warmth for eternity and it would never be too hot.
I could love you forever and it would never be enough.

You are so deep in my skin; I feel your presence when you come near.
My whole body wishes to be beside you.
And when it is, to be closer still.

You are in my every thought. My every dream.

Why is it like this?

There have been others.

And to be perfectly and utterly honest, more than I can count.

But now.

It's just you.

I can't get you out of my mind and I never want to!

Be

Identity"Identity"

Is it truly my fault
if I can't quite catch on to that term?

I don't see why I must pick a label
and stick with it from then on.

I don't know what I am.
I don't think I ever will.

I couldn't tell you
if I'm a boy, trapped
or straight
or if I'm gay.

I couldn't tell you
what I don't know how to say.
I can't fully express
how much I hate being a girl

Do I have to identify
as a boy or a girl,
in your binary bias?'

I am me.
Is that what you should see?

I want to be seen
for who I am
and who I could be
not for your perception of me.

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In mY hEadby ~ziennajames

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Visual Poetry

Y U NO GIVE ME GOOD CATEGORIES, DA

Over 6 hours of fucking around a night. I know. Couldn't sleep. Need work for artschool application. I love Illustrator. [More about artschool plans/doubts]

So how are you reading it?

EDIT: Currently version 6: tweaked paths, kerning, dulled red color, brightened grey, bigger margin, broadened shoulders for more masculine appearance.

_{PS. Holy shit guys. So much love.
PPS. HOLY FUCKING INSANE GUYS. I'm 2nd page in popular for 24 hours now. I'm just waiting for a DD now. I have no idea what's going on. I'm in shock.
PPPS. I know I made this a day before the #Queer-Lit prompt, but it fits so well I can't resist to submit.}