OK, Emily, I took your advice. This is the product of my free writing mixed with stream of conciousness. It's not too great. OK, upon re-reading it, it is downright sad. Oh well.

Access Denied

Bold and defiant lines
Interlocking in clasped hands
Tightly cling together, fused
As one against the world

Access denied flashes
Vibrant rainbow letters
Present themselves at every
Opportunity to remind,

I really really really wish I could write as imaginatively as Slam poets do. Actually now that I think about it, Emily, you'd rock as a Slam poet. It was kind of ironic that the first author's name I saw was Erin Elizabeth. I laughed to myself and at myself. Anyway, here's a sample of a poem that I found.

Mystery Misery

The girl with no name tag
behind the dunkin donuts counter
at three a.m.

This is a poem by a slam poet named Katie Jordan. I found it in a book on slam poetry.

Perfect

I looked in the mirror today
Perfectly groomed
Perfectly dressed
Perfect little smile

I looked at my resume today
Perfectly straight A's
Class President
Head Cheerleader
Perfect little student

I looked at my family today
Perfect parents
Perfect sibling
Big white house

This is my first time posting although I have been reading the entries for quite some time now. For all my life I've believed that I'm straight, and nothing has ever indicated anything any different. Well, this changed when I got to college (GO BUCKS) and took one look at my RA. So now I wonder if I'm going through a phase or am really bi...hmm...food for thought.