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Desire thrives best under pressure. Examine, for instance, the fragmented poetry of Sappho: for how many years did those tattered scraps of Papyrus survive?
The Birch Tree In The Storm
I am here to represent all thos
Poetry floats from their mouth like dragon smoke in December. Happiness relaxes on their cheeks like a glittered recliner and the sound of their laugh gets caught in my hair.  
Fellow white people!
I'm Seventeen. I talked to my counselor today. The school won’t let me back to class without a note from a therapist;
Growing up in a rural town, a child is planted in a foundation based on a few societal beliefs That God is the only un-defyable truth in life and societal obedience defines your worth
Institutionalized hatred
In a country that prides itself on “liberty and justice for all,”
I felt society's idea of "normal" slipping through my fingers Like a handful of sand. 
Help! I’m trapped.   I’m being held inside myself, I get asked… Are you a boy? Are you a girl? What are you? Why do you dress like that? What is wrong with you?  
Why am I different? Why am I shunned? Words you have said with no intent of apology I am stunned. Like a bee your words stung. I was a princess, now I feel homeless. No disrespect intended.
Every day I wake up in the wrong body   The misconceptions it causes   make me feel less like a miss   and more like a mistake  
When you saw me walk into your restaurant I doubt that th first thing you thought about was asking me what my preferred pronuns might be Instead, what I'm sure came to mind was: "Shaved underarms bu hairy legs
It hurts when you talk now, You finally listened. So many hints I gave, and so many times my eyes glistened. You look at me now, and just think wow. You where so surprised when when I told you that day. Leaned on a heater, looked the other way.
  You think you're being clever But you aren't.
my fingers fit consummately in between his and when i rest my head on his chest it rises and falls in a perfect rhythm i feel closer to him then i have ever felt to anyone else and oh the things his mouth and hands create they remind me of what it
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