I remember when I dreamed of her.
She was older than me.
I was 17.
How imaginative my mind could be.
I thought I was crazy.
What’s wrong with me?
But something inside
was neglecting to hide
my sexuality.
Why did it feel so right?
Flashbacks of being 7 years old envisioning a woman in my life?
What’s wrong with me?!!
No one knew of the confusion.
My mind, my feelings, my thoughts during bed time
were not just a childish illusion.
Until he came and stole those feelings away,
I was “normal” again.
However, in the back of my mind
I saw her.
I ached and longed to enjoy her.
And still I wondered…
What’s wrong with me?
I wanted them BOTH.
The questions never went away.
I would smile in my head when I thought of THEM laying in my bed
Caressing her body with mine
And for a long time,
I hated myself.
Which way do I go?
Him, her, them?
To be called GAY just wouldn’t settle in.
To be questioned again by another concerned friend,
My mission was to make a conscious decision,
Instead the heart was more fond
Of accepting a duo gender bond.
This is MY life.
Whether I choose to stand beside in all white,
My husband or my wife,
It is MY BI RIGHT!
MY BI RIGHT!
Listen, I just wanna live my bisexual life.
© 2013 Monet Henderson