I didn’t let my attraction to women define me.
I didn’t think i was gay.
I refuse to let them make me
believe I was born “that way”.
I was born, covered in blood
but now I glitter in scars.
The One who loves me
has not chosen bitter
if He has overturned the past.
I’m worthy to be loved.
I’m painted by grace and days
I’m waiting on God,
until then I choose to admire the world
and enhance the beauty inside me.
I look from God’s eyes and see
My beauty in yours.
I see your glitter,
even if you are a boy or girl.
I’ve hurt before
but through all the blues, broken charms and green eyes,
their arms were soft; their souls were warm and pretty.
Still I never let my attraction to women define me
…or the long thread of broken promises.
There will always be someone else
stronger than me,
but does she or he become my boo
or my god?