"Lesbian" feels like home.
That Lady of Lesbos,
Who loved, and immortalized her love
Who's comforting arms keep us,
daughters of Bilitis,
"Lesbian" feels like a stranger.
A porn category,
a dirty word,
It sounds like objectification,
by sweaty men
at 2 am.
"Lesbian" feels like a protest.
We, a menace to society
with wide smiles and warm hands.
Our self-acceptance is
our love is
This one was a LOT to write. Identifying as lesbian has always felt scary, but it is such a magical word, a magical state of being that just fits with me. I hope I connected to someone through this poem. See if you can spot the references to various lesbian organisations :)