#thebrownqueerwrote

That I danced alone,

Held myself,

Sang my favorite songs at the top of my lungs?

Will I ever be able to look in the mirror and say I love you?

Without the sweet words that look like someday but sound like never

I wonder.

Underneath it all is just a kid; shy and quiet, with her head in a book

She doesn’t deserve hate

The books are what taught her to believe

Who am I to tell her that her dreams are truly make-believe

I want so desperately to be practical.

To not lay awake and wonder what your face looks like,

How we met,

If you love words and soft songs just as much as I do.

Oh, love.

I know this is a little overdue but I figured y’all should know a little bit about ya admin.

Hi! I’m Massiah. I’m 18 and I live in Virginia. I am also physically disabled and a lesbian. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. The first story I can recall writing was about a leprechaun lol. Anyway, enough about me. If you want to know more, hit me up on my personal blog @massiahchantel.

Writing is so important. It’s helped me get through a lot in my life and I genuinely do not know where I would be without it. I know it sounds cliché, but for me, it’s as essential as oxygen. I believe that all of us have stories we need to tell and that we don’t hear enough of the ones by and or about queer Black and Brown bodies. That’s exactly why I created this blog, so that we now have a space to share our stories and such and be heard.

Down the middle of me

To my Center

But first your breath is on my neck—warm and comforting

Butterfly kisses

Down my thighs

Left and right

I’ve been waiting all my life for this

And just before I decide to quit

You’re there

I wonder if you’re waiting for me, too

Then realize there’s no way in hell

You’ve done this before

Your previous sexual partners threaten to cut me open

Before they do, you’re at my center again

Spit

Flesh

Pleasure

Frustration

Waited

Spit

So

Flesh

Long

Pleasure

And then pressure

In less than a minute, I’ll have come in your mouth

The thought of it makes my eyes roll

Quivering

Gloriously under you

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I moan as I release.

You lick up every last drop

Your voice is husky when you say, “I love you.”

I think I believe you

I know what lust looks like

Right now, your eyes are the richest brown I’ve ever seen.

Virgin

August 10, 2018

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I’d say that I feel this more on the level of gender expression (i.e. clothes and presenting as a somewhat masculine female) rather than my actual sex, but I know that this is common feeling among queer folk, no matter how you represent.