If I actually had any sort of voice, I'd actually write a tune for this. As it is, it's just a poem where some of teh rythym is slightly off, since it's meant to be read aloud.

Wrote it after becoming frustrated at all the books and stuff out there that were all about how difficult it was to come out or anything-I'm not saying it's not difficult, but, jeez, can we have some stories where it's not that big a deal?
Ironically, the focus of this poem is the lesbianism-which is exactly what I was complaining about for the other stories. Huh. Never really thought about that. But it's more of a thing saying "shut up, I don't carfe and I say it's normal."

I was a little hesitant about the last stanza-more specifically, the second line of it. I'm not personally offended by the word dyke unless it's used as a derogatory term, but I can understand why some people would be like "murgh hate you" about it. Maybe it's different since I've never specifically been called it (well, I'm sur eI have, but I haven't been called it and found out about it.), so I just don't feel a strong aversion to it. However, this was teh third re-write of that stanza, and the first two would have been fulfilling the stereotype of "lesbian"-short hair, baggy clothes/plaid, etc. And, hey, jsut becaus eI personally tend to fill that role doesn't mean that all queer girls do.