That's why.

What are you?
You ask.
I'm a lesbian.
I'm a woman loving women.
I'm not what you want me to be.
That's what I am.

How can you?
You ask.
I don't believe in God
Or judging people by their sexuality
I believe we should love and let people love
That's how I can.

How?
You ask.
Fucking google it!
Use your brain,
We use our tongue.
That's how.

Why?
You ask.
I love women
I love how they get angry over nothing
I love their arms, hands, mouths, breasts
I love the core of their being
I couldn't imagine a day without them
That's why.

How can you be sure?
You ask.
This is probably one of the things
I am sure in this world
I don't want to hear about your
cars
computers
hockey
or whatever
I don't like your mustache
I don't love your low voices
I won't suck your dick
I could never fall asleep in your arms
That's how I'm sure.

How long until I give up?
You ask.
You will have to argue with me
You will have to see me with her
and her
and her
You will have to face me
Forever and ever
That's how long.

Why are you telling this to the whole world?
You ask.
Not just to spite you
Altough I love the expressions on your face
But because I believe I'm a saint
And you're the devil in sheep's clothes.
That's why.