#wlw poetry

[forsapphics]

She is the poem

by June Bates

[insidemyhead2]

“To be loved, is to be seen”

“To be loved, is to be changed”

“To be loved, is to be heard”

“To be seen, is to be heard”

“To be seen, is to be loved”

[sapphicides]

[sappphic-yearning]

“I don't love women the way men love women.

I don't want to tame them.

I don't want to own them.

I don't want to treat them like a trophy in a case.

I just want to be close to them.

It's still hunger,

but a different kind of hunger.

-I almost didn't recognize it at first.”

-She is the poem by June Bates

[carolineishere]

i crave attention, but i refuse to humiliate myself by asking for it.

i want to be loved, but i don’t want anyone to truly know me.

i am trying to make myself digestible, i don’t want to leave a sour taste in the mouth of my consumer.

[elulalavande]

Reading lesbian poems

[misaswif3]

*•.¸♡ 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ♡¸.•*

[love-ardour-anarchism]

it'd be false if I said to me being a lesbian has nothing to do with who I'm attracted to

to me being a lesbian has a lot to do with who i'm attracted to but it has JUST as much to do with how i interact with society and its rigid normative ideas of what that attraction is meant to look like and how i'm meant to express that attraction and how i am meant to feel, to act and to look

when i say lesbian i don't mean "woman attracted exclusively to women"

i mean "i clawed my way out of a grave that never had my name written on the headstone" and "i won't let anybody tell me how to live and love"

i mean "don't tell me how to smile" and i mean that i won't let ANYBODY dictate what my identity means to me

it means that i refuse to break myself into pieces that society can swallow and that i'm everything at once, the only thing i'm not is conformity

and i won't shave or cut my hair a certain way or sweeten my coarse voice to fit a mold but that all the things i'm not and that i'll never be can be the truest truth to someone else and that thats beautiful

it means that i find normative ideas of womanhood JUST as constricting as i found the idea i was meant to be a man because of an assignment a doctor made based on arbitrary traits

and identity has infinite layers and it changes all the time because i'm simultaneously a woman and not i'm nonbinary, i'm genderfluid, i'm a boy, i'm a girl i'm a fag and a dyke

it means femininity and masculinity and manhood and womanhood are ultimately arbitrary social constructs and femininity can be rough and tumble and masculinity can be soft and sweet

it means i won't let what gatekeepers and exclusionists prescribe "lesbian" to mean take me alive

yes lesbian, yes dyke, yes butch but no, i'm not a woman loving women and i might be bi or ace or even aro

the way i love, the way i present, the way i walk and talk and dress the way i touch those that i adore, the way that we describe and affirm our love is contrary to what society thinks "normal" relationships look like

yes queerplatonic, yes relationship anarchy, yes fuck you and your norms, fuck you very much

lesbian means liberation lesbian means whatever i want it to mean lesbian means labels are lovely because they help us find others like us but don't let them define you

[chocolate-toes]

Strong arms.

I am a lover of strong arms.

Not the kind I was taught to love, but the kind I instinctively loved.

Not the rough, destructive kind,

But the soft yet somehow firm kind.

Not the kind that are violent and aggressive,

But the kind that are gentle and protecting.

I am a lover of the strong arms I hope to someday hold me, not the ones that currently hold me down.

I am a lover of the strong arms of a beautiful Butch,

the kind I've never experienced yet am homesick for.

A poem I wrote for my butches<3

[cobwebgf]

—save me, butch savior, niyah alashia

[seraphinesaintclair]

“Free, Free, Free” by Seraphine Saintclair

[forsapphics]

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

translated by Anne Carson

[shelovesclouds]

[p155b4byy]

it’s keeping the last tea bag in the box.

it’s kissing with morning breath.

it’s sorting the candy by colour.

it’s peeled oranges.

it’s shutting the door quietly.

it’s scrubbing backs in the shower.

it’s something special to say “i love you.”

[photoproofedk1sses]

i choose you and everything that comes with you.

[carolineishere]

in another universe my window is open and i’m laying on the floor. i am 12 years old and nothing bad has ever happened to me.