Whenever my parents
and I were in the same room,
I always caught myself smiling.
Sometimes it was a little twitch
in the corners of my mouth,
sometimes it stretched across my face.
For once, I was actually happy.
For once, the smile that played
on lips was genuine.
I was excited because I had discovered
something about myself.
Something small and precious
like an artefact.
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Violet Strings
Poetry"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
