Lesbian Poetry

"From her dads side"

I was never breast fed as a baby,
D'ya think I was deprived and that why I like ladies?
Looking back at pictures of me aged 4,
Baggy jeans, Baby Birkenstocks -- need I say more!

I think it really started when mum braded my hair,
"oh isn't she pretty" they would say as they'd stare.
6 Gorgeous women admiring me,
All this attention and I'm only 3.

My first best friend (a boy) taught me everything I know,
How to kick a football, how to fight and to throw.
The popular tomboy at 8 years old,
Running riot around east London,
Not doing as im told.

School wasn't so bad,
The few friends I had were ok,
We'd torment the girls,
Ruin the games that they'd play

It was in my last year,
That I knew something was "wrong",
When my best friend tried to kiss me,
And I wasn't turned on!

Even at 10,
Some feelings should have been there,
Id seen Tina kiss Bobby,
Then go all soppy and Glare (at him).

Id never looked at them in that way,
The boys in my school,
Not even the girls,
I was 10 after all!!!

I just thought I was normal,
All the girls were like me,
They just wore dresses,
And anything else frilly.

I liked Miss McArthy,
She had a ring in her nose,
She played the guitar,
And wore manly clothes.

She was different ya see,
Not like them,
She was happy and funny,
I wanted to be HER best friend.

I saw her one day,
whist out shopping with Mum,
One hand full of bags,
The other on her friends bum !!!!

Whats that all about?
Miss McArthy's a Freak!!
Now she's kissing her friend,
Why do I wish it was me???

Now I know what I want,
I want a friend I can kiss,
To hold and to cuddle,
Go to the pictures, buy gifts.

At 13 years old,
Where can I find such a girl,
Shall I ask mum, a teacher?
Who can I tell?

Am I insane,
my head can't be right,
but I want this so bad,
it's all I think of at night

I've heard the words Gay and Dyke said before,
On TV from friends, family and more,
I thought they were fantastic,
The "Gays" that I'd seen,
But I still didn't know what "Lesbian" means.

The reaction from friends and family I'd get,
I thought it be best not to tell anyone yet,
I'll keep it quiet and listen to what they say,
I'm sure I'll be able to tell them someday,

17 years old,
start my new job today,
I feel so grown up,
As mum says "have a good day".

The job wasn't hard,
Answer the phone when it would ring,
But I was curious to know,
What was this Internet thing?

I was shown to to use it,
In 3 different stages,
My mind getting excited,
As I surfed through the pages,

Maybe just Maybe,
Its going to happen,
Search Google for "Gay Bar"
There is one, in Clapham!!!

My heart was pounding,
As I dressed for the night
I was scared no one would like me,
But I wanted this. Right?

Slowly walking in,
Looking around,
Everyone seemed ok,
In fact, this place was sound!

The bar seemed Huge,
As I ordered my drink,
The friendly barmaid,
Served it me with a wink.

As we got talking,
I forgot any fear,
She pretty and only older than me by 1 year.

At the end if the night,
I didn't want to go home,
Could have stayed there forever,
Just her and me all alone.

She gave me her number,
And I gave her mine,
Looking into her eyes,
I knew it was time.
Cant even explain,
The feeling I felt,
A weight lifted up high,
I was going to melt.
Like a Cheshire cat,
I grinned all the way home,
Memorising the number,
That I'd stored on my phone.

That was how it all started,
Had many great times,
Many broken hearts,
But now everything's fine.

I'm all grown up now,
23 years old,
Married and happy,
With loads of friends young and old.

My mum loves the fact,
That her daughter is Gay,
My Nan keeps wondering how exactly I was made,
'Wonder where she caught it from, whats this thing called pride?,
She didn't get it from our family, it must be from her dads side"