Thick as old thieves we claim to be
until the oppression of one’s dignity.
Separation from social norms,
has caused the creation of the lesbian whore.
Subjected to ridicule and social banter,
she’s been eaten alive by this verbal cancer.
Consumed by hate and moral regret,
she floats away, hoping the sun will set.
Sadness penetrates her light,
her flame flickering with all it’s might.
Life fading below she goes,
a falling angel no one will know.