Like a seesaw, our love moves,
Balance difficult to keep,
Like a pendulum,
Our emotions swing,
Sadness, happiness all at once,
There is no telling,
What the silence holds,
Or what the words mean,
Either what the actions portend,
Time it seems, has run out,
To look back at what we had,
Hard to keep the good memories,
Of a love swing that was once certain.
At every door knob turn,
My eyes light with expectations,
To see you once again,
But it's not you at the door,
I jump excitedly at every phone ring,
But it's not you at the end of the line,
I glow at every click on my mail in box,
But it's not your message,
Everyday, I long to hear your voice,
But you won't talk to me.
Night falls and darkness comes,
To announce, we have come,
to the point of no return.
K8's O
Woman to woman is a blog dedicated to all the women of the world that love other women (Lesbians)... Through the challenges that they face...for just being gay...for being themselves...for being proud...for loving "differently"...for their battle against discrimination based on their sexual orientation...they will eventually emerge she-roes! Long Live Woman hood...
The Performer
Audre Lorde
I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.
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