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[unnamed-mistress]

Farewell to Freedom: A Poetic Roast

Gather 'round, dear friends, let's toast

To ideals we once cherished most.

Liberty, Justice, Freedom's call—

Seems we've misplaced them after all.

Remember when we used to care,

Stand up for rights and play it fair?

Now we've swapped our voice and vote

For memes we mindlessly promote.

We had a dream, a grand design,

But now we watch it flatline.

Traded debates and discourse deep

For endless scrolling half-asleep.

Justice wore a blindfold then,

Now she peeks and shrugs again.

Scales once balanced, tipped askew,

Fairness faded, out of view.

Freedom knocked upon our door,

But we said, "We're busy, come back at four."

By then we were too occupied

With streaming shows and fast-food fried.

We built a nation, bold and free,

Then lost the password, lost the key.

Democracy was ours to keep,

But we sold it cheap for promises steep.

Our forebears wrote on parchment fine,

We click "Agree" to terms online.

Who reads the lines? We simply tap,

And wonder how we fell in the trap.

We used to march, we used to strive,

Now we hashtag to feel alive.

Activism from the couch,

Wearing PJs, slouched and slouch.

So here's to 250 years,

Let's raise a glass and shed some tears.

A farewell to the dreams that fade,

Everything the founding fathers made.

So cheers to all we've left behind,

To open eyes but closed mind.

Liberty, Justice, Freedom's ghost—

They tried their best; we lost the roast.

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George Washington's Fury

We built a house out of blood and ideas,

Hammered truths into walls and called it freedom,

Drew blueprints in ink that never dries.

Said, “A republic, if you can keep it.”

But here you are, tossing it like trash on the curb.

Didn't we warn you?

Didn't we say democracy is fragile,

A glass thing you carry with care?

That it shatters when neglected,

When you trade vigilance for comfort,

When you sell your voice for empty promises.

We bled on battlefields, froze in winter's grasp,

Faced down tyrants so you wouldn't have to.

We ripped crowns from heads and cast them down,

So you could walk upright, unchained.

And yet you kneel, willingly,

Welcoming the yoke we broke.

You cast your ballots for a despot's smile,

Blind to the chains he hides behind his back.

You cheer as he tramples the liberties we died for,

Clapping as he dismantles the house we built.

Our sacrifices mocked by your apathy.

Didn't we teach you the cost of freedom?

That it demands more than lip service,

That it requires courage, constant and unyielding?

But you've grown soft, seduced by lies,

Trading your birthright for a fleeting sense of security.

We carved warnings into the bedrock of this nation,

But you erased them with a careless hand.

Our voices echo through time,

Angry, anguished, disbelieving.

Is this how you honor our legacy?

You invite the tyrant in,

Offer him the keys to all we held sacred.

He wraps himself in the flag,

But spits on the principles it stands for.

And you applaud, blind to the betrayal.

Didn't we warn you of demagogues and charlatans,

Those who hunger not for service but for power?

Yet you elevate them, crown them with your trust,

While they dismantle the pillars of justice.

Our hearts burn with fury at your folly.

We cannot rest in peace while you undo our work,

While you dismantle the safeguards we designed.

Freedom's flame gutters under your neglect,

Smothered by your indifference and fear.

You have become the architects of your own chains.

Look around at the ruins you're creating,

The fractures in the foundation we laid.

There is no solace in watching you falter,

Only the bitter taste of dreams decayed.

You were meant to be the stewards,

But you've become the saboteurs.

Didn't we warn you?

Our words now fall on deaf ears.

The republic we entrusted to you

Crumbles as you hand it over to a tyrant.

Our legacy tarnished by your choices.

There is no redemption in this path,

No light at the tunnel's end.

You've chosen your fate,

Turned your back on liberty.

And we, the ghosts of your past,

Can only watch in rage and sorrow.

So let the record show,

We warned you with every breath.

But warnings mean nothing to the willfully blind.

Freedom is lost, not with a bang, but with your silent consent.

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The Next Chapter (With a Wink)

The next who loves me—well, brace yourself, You're getting the deluxe edition off the shelf. Healed and unashamed, raw and true, I don't need you, but I might want you.

No more crumbs; I'm baking the whole cake, Self-love's the icing—make no mistake. People-pleasing used to be my jam, But now it just gives me a spasms.

Expect the best, affection deluxe, I'm the hero now—no ifs or buts. The old me's gone, she took a hike, After that last fiasco—yikes!

So if you're stepping up, come correct, Bring joy, good vibes, and respect. I'm selfish now, leaning into me, It's my time to shine—can't you see?

Craving deep talks and connections real, Communication's part of the deal. Oh, and by the way, monogamy's out, Might love you, and you—heck, let's scout!

Off the relationship escalator, I take the stairs, In life's hotel, I'm booking affairs. Realizing I can choose any door, Room service? Honey, Ill order more.

"Why risk it all without a net?" Because playing safe ain't worked out yet. I'm growing, changing, tastes may vary, Letting the universe be my secretary.

Thought I'd love just one, for life? Thank goodness I dodged that strife. What's next is better—that's my hunch, So keep up, darling—or lose your lunch!

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Old me is fucked, and new me's yet to show,

Caught in that moment, in between the flow,

Life split in two, a before and after tale,

Ignored it at first, I didn't want to fail.

A reckoning hit, in a mobile home park's light, A marriage of fifteen years vanished overnight, My brain found silence, my higher self spoke, “We have to change now,” breaking the yoke.

Old me was married, kids doing great,

A decent job, helping folks, that was my fate,

But nights were filled with booze and getting high,

Life was so unfulfilling, just passing by.

I crushed survival, got the trophy, yet no joy,

Just speeding through the days like a wind-up toy,

Then it hit me hard, I had to shift,

Old me was fucked and life was adrift.

And here’s the kicker, I was glad it was done, Finally, peace, no ex dictating fun, Just me, myself, spinning in joy, Discovering self-love, not a decoy.

So, I searched for new me, what will she be?

What freedom, what joy, what destiny?

Went to the beach, flew kites in the sky,

Treasure hunts and zip lines, reached for the high.

Traveled the world, searching far and wide,

Came back home, and there she was, inside,

New me, arriving as if always here,

A joyful reunion, everything clear.

New me loves people, old me hid away,

New me reads, writes, and heals every day,

She finds moments of joy, reconciles with old friends,

Old me's anger, no longer trends.

New me can’t just survive, she needs to live,

Embracing discomfort, ready to give,

She's an expert now, in her career’s peak,

Joys come naturally, no more hiding, no more meek.

New me is open, to the world and its charms,

She’s the girl I wanted, in my own arms,

She doesn’t fast forward, she’s here, in the now,

No need for approval, she’s living, and wow.

New me doesn’t please or adjust for ease.

Old me is dead, and new me’s alive,

In this moment, finally, I thrive.

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worst thing people did was turn the incredibly personal experience of being lgbt into strict definitions and rules and then ridicule and harass others who don't fit into their neat boxes, as if that isn't what we were trying to run away from this whole time.

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I dont know who needs to hear this but, NO ONE WANTS ANOTHER PERIOD LESBIAN DRAMA

Thanx

~ signed all queers

[unnamed-mistress]

Everyone is queer

Yes even you you 👊

[unnamed-mistress]

After Covid is over, some y'all going to be like, "can we go back to covid so I can binge Netflix and bond with my alcoholism again?" And the rest of us are just never going to admit it.

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I'm going to just go out on a limb and say the truth! MacKenzie Davis is too straight and is officially too straight to be straight and is therefore queer af. #changemymind

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Is there really nothing good on TV or have I watched everything already?🤔

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If I could go back in time, I'd tell my 20 year old self:

You're going to have so much fun, just enjoy it. Someone is going to break your heart along the way but it won't break you. With time, you'll barely remember the bad stuff but the way people made you feel loved, lingers.

There will be people you leave along the way. Despite it being your choice, you'll still miss them.

Don't let anyone tell you differently from what your gut is telling you. Your higher consciousness always has your best interest, people don't.

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It just depends on when your story ends if you are the villain or the hero

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Everytime I see a man and a woman kissing I say to myself, 'eww, gross' just to even things out a bit.

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A queer relationship between two women is a very deep emotional bond. But also, am I wearing my own underwear or hers?

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And you should know that when i let you go, there was only love in my heart. Sometimes goodbyes are like that

[unnamed-mistress]

My sexuality is Alice saying, "You're Bette Fucking Porter"

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I just once want to wake up and be dating Dominique provost-chalkley. Why is that too much to ask for?