I am not your "Baby" or "Sweetie" or "Hun"
I won't be your "darling”
I'm not here for fun
I could be Janet - Madonna - Gaga
I won't be your nanny, maid or mama
Because I'm gay don't make me a bitch
How I wish I never knew you.
A footnote in a lengthy novel series.
A stray thought whenever I hear the word "Dad".
Do you think of me at all these days?
How you've failed me? Shall we count...
The inability to cease one's thoughts successfully for a prolonged period of time to achieve actual calm and therefore be able to drift into a peaceful slumber.
The pigment of my skin tone has never been relevant enough to me to be considered a possible source of contention or derision or dissension, and yet, this has been a major factor in the course of many...