The black cursor on
the white background,
raptly blinked.
Writers block gripped
fingers as thoughts of ways
to start this poem, spiral.
I wanted this to be real, raw.
I wanted this poem to be
drenched in my thoughts
that I've never spoken out loud.
Fingers hovered over the keys
until I knew how to start.
- Dear mother I'm Bi
YOU ARE READING
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.
