Lesbian

Lesbian

A Poem by N.Sevilla
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About a lesbian. The colliding rhythms, occasional rhymes, and sentence lengths are on purpose simply to emphasis how gay she is.

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"I'm so gay, I can't think straight," so goes the saying;
The slogan I live by, the food I am craving.
Sexuality is not a choice, and so I pray
For the poor, straight souls who cannot love rationally.
What woman would want broad shoulders and a chiseled chest
When they can have gentle curves and soft breasts?
I am the definition of the lesbian creature,
All my features right on point.
My hair short and asymmetrical,
Nothing straight about me.
A hand in my pocket rubbing against a dangling chain when I walk
And as I talk I've got a smirk on my face.
A smirk, not a smile, and an eyebrow raised
That asks "Hey babe, wanna get together tonight?"
In which your slight lick of lips says "Alright."
The swing in my walk and casual look
Comes along well with my slight "what's up" nod.
You can catch me at the beach 
With shorts slightly above the knees,
Not those "slightly-longer-than-panties" you call "shorts".
A rainbow bracelet on my wrist, 
A shark tooth necklace around my neck, and
Magic fingers with short clean nails.
Oh straight girls, doesn't it drive you mad
The way I run my fingers through my hair, palms and all?

© 2012 N.Sevilla


Author's Note

N.Sevilla
Also within the poem is a lesson: "How to tell a Girl is Lesbian". Just small little hints I have learned that would increase your gaydar capacity, though I am not saying all lesbians are like this. I would also like to add that this is completely different from my usual style. I don't know what was going through my head when I wrote this. And the speaker is not me. I do not have short hair. But everything else is pretty spot on.

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I think when you let the words just tumble out you create something very special and it's probbaly what all the best poets tend to do. I find poetry so hard because I think too much about the words that come too easily and feel I have to make more sense of them. This was really lovely to read though and it paints a picture of a girl whose very happy and contented with the way she is. I think you underestimate how good your writing really is.

Posted 9 Years Ago


N.Sevilla

9 Years Ago

Thanks, Sky! I definitely remember this poem as being the one pretty out of my comfort zone. So stra.. read more
I see the meaning, not sure if it is a bit forced or not, but it was something to make a head turn and reflect in thought..

Posted 10 Years Ago


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I love this. BRAVO! I am a strong advocate for what makes you happy. We are in the 21st Century now, and I believe people need to be more open minded. Great Work!
I SUPPORT YOU ALL THE WAY! Cheers!

-Cord

Posted 11 Years Ago


When I started letting people know I'm bisexual, they all either pretended they'd known all along, or admitted they had no clue. I thought it was funny, because I don't fit the stereotypes exactly, I kinda flop between them, and the people who said they knew were the ones who'd always seen me being girly and flirting with guys. They could all take a lesson from this. It's a very well-written and witty poem. Thank you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


warriorKat

11 Years Ago

15 years old and already claiming bisexuality? Not trying to tell you what you feel, but I do know f.. read more
Lina Grey

11 Years Ago

ahahaha i understand. my mom won't give up on that because she's not too fond of homosexuality, but .. read more

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I've had this account for several years and I am finally coming back to my writing roots. It's been a joy to write again and look back on my poetry from 10 years ago and see the changes in my life. .. more..

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