#lillesbloom

She was once lost in a world of doubt,

Heart aching, with silent shouts.

But when something deep inside her stirred,

She realized she needed to be seen and heard.

She burned down the life she built and knew,

To find a life that felt more true.

With her children by her side,

She nodded to fear and kept walking by.

When it’s het, it’s a ship,

Gals embrace, not a blip.

Media frenzy, a race to be first,

To quench that 1950’s patriarchal thirst.

So many signs, completely ignored,

Never seeing the prom queen as what they abhor.

We see you and the game, through this obvious charade.

Between worlds, yet in both, a bandit, but shooting straight.

Is it deception when it’s in plain sight?

Screaming in color, but filmed black and white?

Assumptions and narratives, looks are deceiving,

But we still tune in to your narrative that we’re receiving.

My bus ride companion, my childhood friend, Though years have passed, some memories transcend. I can’t recall your gentle gaze, Your laughter's sound or specific days.

But when you’d speak, my world would gleam, We’d run and laugh, in my childhood dreams. When you liked that boy, my heart did dwell, Misunderstood childhood love, a secret to myself

And when you moved, my world did break, Your phone number, a cruel mistake. Too short to dial, never meant to ring, My confused heart, left wondering.

Now grown and wise, I see it clear, The obsession I held was a crush so dear. Though time has passed, some memories remain, With new realizations, it was never just games

Dear friend, I cherish all that we shared, The innocence, the joy, the dreams that we bared. And though I can't recall your face tonight, I truly hope life has been treating you alright.