When I was eleven
I’d tell mommy that
Julie is my best friend
And cares for me
Just like she did.
She’d smile.

When I was eighteen
We’d gotten into the same college
And I would ask mommy
To pack an extra slice of bread.
And she’d smile.

When I was twenty one
And we were walking back
Towards our homes
From a weekend bash
It was raining cats and dogs.

Our elbows touched
While the hands brushed
Against each other
I looked up and kissed her.
As she kissed me back,
We’d both smile.

When I told mommy,
She smacked my face,
Bruising my chin
And asked me to stay away
From the bitch
But she was Julie, I’d say
And she’d slap me again.

She took away my phone
And all the other means
Also called me a home tutor
To keep me away from her.
But how had Julie harmed me?
I’d ask her.
But she’d stay mum.

Gracy and Julie-
We were meant to be
For now and for ever.
And mommy I left you behind,
Because you wanted me to not love.

“Don’t you love me enough?”
You’d ask.
I did love you mommy
But you loved me,
For what I could be.
While Julie loved me,
Just as I were.

Do you see, mommy,
What love is?
Love doesn’t expect
A change in self.
It accepts you
Just as you are.

Love only loves
Like I did.
Like she did.
Like I wish,
You did too.

For once just eliminate the distinction of biology inculcated in your mind by the society, and just delve into a body without consciousness, without reason. Homosexuality and bisexuality dares to dissolve this consciousness and concentrate only on love, and that nature of it makes it raw. Homophobia is nothing but social consciousness.

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