Secrets of a Lesbian: Poem #4
I think to all the stories,
That I’ve heard throughout the years.
In all my books and on the screen,
The villain’s always clear.
But just suppose that’s not the truth,
And stories have different sides.
A villain to you could be someone,
That others have glorified.
What story does the hunter tell?
Right after he goes and slays?
And can we blame the mother bear?
For revenge made in her craze?
What would a soldier’s mother say?
To the enemy’s own son?
Aren’t they just the same in fact?
Different uniforms yet same guns?
And now I think to you and me,
And how we’re both to blame,
You hate me for the things I did,
But we’re actually just the same.
It all depends on the view you take,
Into the stories and the lies.
But if you need, then go believe,
I’m the only real ‘bad guy.’