many sides to Rosey
25,688 poems read
Months and months, years after years
Books and magazines went by the cashiers
As the cash registers smoothly rang
And the drawers opened with a clang
I made my purchase with a smile
And walked out of the store in style
Until one day, I had courageously laid down
A lesbian magazine, its' cover faced down
Along with other books I had wanted to buy
Suddenly, my confidence went awry
When the magazine would not scan
And the voice of that uncultured salesman
Boomed on the loudspeaker, for all to hear
"Price for the lesbian magazine?" his voice, so clear
Quickly the heads turned and the eyes peered at me
As if I was some kind of display, for all to see
I quickly smiled, holding my head up with pride
For I am a lesbian and nobody will make me hide
No such ignorance of the people will change me
Nor will they, or the society, make me want to flee
I am a true woman, and I shall be free
I took my purchases and left the store with glee
Putting ignorance and discrimination to shame
For my true self, and my identity, I had chosen to claim
@ Rosey - all rights reserved
Books and magazines went by the cashiers
As the cash registers smoothly rang
And the drawers opened with a clang
I made my purchase with a smile
And walked out of the store in style
Until one day, I had courageously laid down
A lesbian magazine, its' cover faced down
Along with other books I had wanted to buy
Suddenly, my confidence went awry
When the magazine would not scan
And the voice of that uncultured salesman
Boomed on the loudspeaker, for all to hear
"Price for the lesbian magazine?" his voice, so clear
Quickly the heads turned and the eyes peered at me
As if I was some kind of display, for all to see
I quickly smiled, holding my head up with pride
For I am a lesbian and nobody will make me hide
No such ignorance of the people will change me
Nor will they, or the society, make me want to flee
I am a true woman, and I shall be free
I took my purchases and left the store with glee
Putting ignorance and discrimination to shame
For my true self, and my identity, I had chosen to claim
@ Rosey - all rights reserved