tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Cost of Being Oneself

The Cost of Being Oneself


A moment, two girls kissing,
Quick, behind backs, in secret,
In a crowded shopping mall,
Bodies together, breast to breast,
Not naked in the embrace,
Not apart but for cloth's width,
So different in their looks,
But obviously the same,
And their instant is cut short,
By the need to turn away,
So their friends don't catch them out,
And pick their similarity.

This poem was inspired by a sad incident I witnessed that highlighted to me the difficults of being a young person of GBLT persuasion.

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