Poem About Lgbt Novels & Stories

Alberto cannot find the words to say, because sometimes Caleb is unpredictable and without any warning. The second of him is slowing down when he is looking at the edge of his eyes. Alberto’s heart is pounding crazy because of him. However, he twitches a smile to the edge of his lips, “Caleb, it is not like what you think. Our world is different from your cousin.” He paused when his own words cut through his chest. He crane downwards facing his shoes, “I am stating the fact that gay love is not that—“ “How pity you are Alberto,” Caleb replied in a cold tone. His aura changes when he dropped that phrase at him.

I didn’t believe you. That night, I was going to give up. You probably don’t remember, but you left a poem in the pocket of that blanket. I didn’t read it until the next morning. It said: “You are not the dark thing that happened. You are the light that survived it.” I carried that scrap of paper with me for years. It went through every foster home. Every hospital visit. Every night I thought I wouldn’t make it. I read it so many times the ink started to fade. But the words never did.

Her tears at that time falling for me felt like a huge universe gifted my way which I was ever ready as I could be to grasp tight. I was a fucking moron to hurt her time by time. I wanted her with me. Her heartbeats to synchronize with mine. She was it for me and I wanted myself to be it for her. But not anymore. \'''If I were a poet I would write sonnets Dedicating to your beauty with utmost honest! If I were a priest! I would preach your love with utmost sweet! But Alas! I'm none of the above In your world, I am just a wild beast!'''/

I don't hesitate when I bring out the letter too. The message is inscribed on a card and in the most beautiful script I could have ever imagined. I know it's his immediately and for some reason that settles me. I set my eyes on the message written on it and let my brain do the rest. "We are creatures of the night and yet we stand in the light. We are creatures of disorder and yet we thrive in the midst of it. Our songs leave in howls to the moon and our hearts are marked with the gift of its lady. We are hidden and yet not so much that you can't see us."

“I no plan to talk long. Just… want to say thank you. For this space. For people who listen.” He paused. Liam squeezed his knee—silent go. “I come from Lagos, Nigeria. 2026. Things bad for people like me. Love someone same gender? Na crime. Ten years prison. Fourteen if dem think you wan marry. Military ban fresh that year—no queer in barracks. Pastors dey do deliverance, family dey hunt you. Police dey raid parties, collect bribe, sometimes worse.”

I hummed, nodding my head. “You see, in our society, not everyone has the courage to come out. Some people are ashamed of their identity. So, you should be grateful for the courage you got.” “You sound old, April,” I teased her. “Old enough to know that I'm not homophobic,” she said, laughing. As we got to the entrance of the class, Brent was there, glaring at me. I knew he didn't have a problem with April. I've heard him say he loved her pink hair.

I sighed as I smiled sparingly at Clodeth. I have been through a lot and I am stronger than before. Even if, I weaken with fear and anxiety now. If I can't get the strength on my own, I know I can still get strength from my friends because they are here. I feel like I am no longer alone because I have those people who accept me no matter who I am, believing that being a gay is not a crime, that I am not a mistake. "Can you say that with respect?" I broke into silence. "Clodeth, in your tone I feel it's a big crime for me to be gay."

I can hear it in his tone, the disapproval is palpable. “It’s not that! I fucking love Ambrose and he loves me and that is all that matters. I have never claimed to be gay or straight. I like people for who they are, not their parts. It’s just that in some places being so flamboyantly open like you gets people beat up, even more so if it’s people like me.” I say softly so that anyone else listening can’t hear too much of it.

He was regretting his words. “I know Dada. I know whatever happened is not easy to take in. I know the times have changed. But still it’s not easy for the people to accept the gays or Bi or lesbians. This is a totally NO NO zone. And we know. Me and Moon, we both know what we are leading ourselves into, but Dada, we can protect Lexi, not that he needs to be. But we can take care of him and protect him from all the evil in the world.

They may be heterosexuals, but they had fans in this audience who would love to show them what’s at the end of their rainbow. “Marching through the city streets. With every step, the ground it beats. We’re rewriting all the rules. In the face of those who’d call us fools.” I sang, riling up the crowd with what many fans deem the LGPTQ+ anthem. “In every glance, in every fight. We shine our love, burning bright. Through every wall, we break free. In our pride, we find our key!” I sang with Rhapsody’s voice backing me up.