I had lost my words

vulnerable thoughts. I had lost my words,

I find comfort in poetry. try to puzzle it together. Seeing it true my adult eyes. Try to make sense of it.

Being chased and stalked, and when u are forced into those corners

finding safety in lesbians laps for protection.

Fragmented Thoughts, echoes from the past:

do not test me: So i test

U are warned: So i try the warning

You are on thin ice, baby girl: So I jump around like Bambi

You are pushing me fare: So I push you further

If u do not calm

I am gonna get hard with you: Try to catch me.

Go to bed, wait for me there.

Word whispers in my ear.

U are not at potpurriet now. no, one are here to protect u.

Then silence, the excluding from the different allianses in the gay community. People i believed was my friends where now just energi.

(photo: tara Leigh Patrick born april 20 1972 )

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