EXHIBIT ONE

THE YOUNG LESBIAN

Her Smile was Catchy,

Enough to Lure you into her secrets.

If I was to point towards her,

Her was “ENI” or something,

I would not be able to depict.

For my eyes in the soundness of mind,

Choose to forget her Slice-y Wits.

I could have sworn, she wouldn’t make me her next.

But she took my hands, into the corner of her room.

Touched me and interestingly, it didn’t make sense.

Although, with her body fenced on my upper chest,

It felt bearable, maybe sweet

with a substantial amount of tense.

My age, my height was not a problem.

I could recognize that fear, worry, and situation 

Was nothing to speak about freely with my homies,

My FIRST SECRET ARTWORK.

So, I kept quiet until I grew up and

forgot that was a memory,

That truly happened not a nightmare.

And how I met few other girls while

I was a teenager who were

Interested in touching and being touched.

We never really knew the main deals or

How it was done. As we saw comfort in confusion,

We tried it anyhow anyway,

It took me few years to get my act in order.

Telling myself what I can’t be proud of, 

Shouldn’t be part of my bother.

So, I turned against them,

Flipped that it had to come to an end.

Some followed, maybe some didn’t,

I am not totally sure but I know “I WAS OUT.”

Never looked back, OUT.

That was the beginning,

When my brush first Drew a Line,

But that wasn’t me, I am OUT.

Out,out,out,out,OUT!!!