Lesbian Poetry

A Look In the Mirror

I look in the mirror but it's not me
I look at the person that they can't see.
The church says no, you can't do that
you can't be Diego, or we'll turn our backs.
We'll kick you out, there's no excuse,
you must stop dreaming, and there is no use.
You're not a boy, you're only a girl,
we don't care how much you world will swirl.
With confusion and pain, you cannot change
your gender is girl, anything else is strange
and will not be tolerated within our walls
you change yourself and we'll make you fall.
I have my dreams of becoming a dad
and becoming a man but to them that's bad.
To them that are wrong, but how can this be?
Doesn't god love everyone? Even me?
If he loves me he'll want me to find my true self
If he loves me he knows me and knows how I felt.
If he knew how I felt then he sees in my eye,
if he sees me then why is he letting me cry?
To me, It's not just changing the way that I dress,
It's letting me sleep at night, letting me rest.
Laying my head down, feeling complete,
introducing myself confidently to the people I meet.
Going through life at least knowing my name,
At least knowing my identity without any shame.
Memories of pain, memories of sorrow,
Memories of maybe having a different tomorrow.
Nothing has changed, and it never will,
Seems like time has stopped and stood still.
I'll never get out of here, looks like I'm stuck,
Wish life was fair, but I'm all out of luck.