I was going to go to sleep, I swear, but then inspiration struck. This poem came out a little angry though. Sad poem, angry poem . . . I'll try to make the next one happy. A celebration of the fabulous T/W love perhaps? Let me know what you think of this one though:
So she’s a girl!
What’s that to you?
Do I ever complain
of the guys that you do?
Yet you say I’m wrong,
perverted, a freak
You open your mouth
but you don’t really think
It’s only love,
who’s getting hurt?
If it’s me or my lover
that’s not your concern
There are many truths
you have only one
You love a gender
I love a person