I think it is hard for people to come out even now let alone back in those early days. I have no idea how they did it but I completely commend people who are proud to go down the path that they want.

I think there are so many bad things in life these days who needs more people judging you for being you. It's ridiculous and makes me so angry.

I loved this poem. It is like we were in her life and feeling what she was going through. I felt like my family had judged me and executed me as well. I love how you wrote "Youareyouareyouareyouare"

It was as though you wrote it as if it was being said aloud by her father and he was so angry at her, he said it without a moment to pause or without a breath.

The ending though - shouting out in a neighbourhood is awesome. The feeling of relief she would have felt. Such a proud moment.

An awesome poem Karla.

LOVED IT

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---- I love the contradiction of it was hell from heaven.
How she felt that it was heaven but it was difficult to live and say what she was feeling. Specially around those times where it was really hard to talk about sensible topics without people feeling horrified by them. Now days, it's slowly becoming I guess "normal"... even if I still don't see it as that, but I'm trying to understand it and also trying to see it as ok. I feel that it's better to understand it than to make people feel bad about it since this is something that is not relatable to a crime such as killing. And what I have come to know is that as long as they don't hit on me then I have no problem with what they like.

I like your poem because one can really feel how that girl was feeling, she just had to let it out because it was accumulating inside and so she had no other option but to scream it out in despair.

I also like the part about youareyouareyouare... it adds more to the poem and it makes me feel how the girl might be feeling. Like enclose in a circle and her father pointing at her and in her mind everything jumbled and feeling despair, pain and I guess sort of lost because she is not understood. But clear on what she likes and how she is.

Amazing poem.

You know my thoughts on this.
This was my favorite of Place #2 poems in the 2nd round.

The first part wasn't so big, in my eyes, to be honest. But the 2nd part of the poem was like another Hiroshima in my eyes. YOU HAVE OUTDONE BRILLIANCE!!!

I suggest only:

It was hell from heaven:
She touched that skin with so much care,
feeling a weird feeling running through
her half-awaken heart.

^ She touched that skin with so much care
as an eerie feeling ran through her half-awaken heart.

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This was really great:

Youareyouareyouareyouare.

^ I am imagining the voices.. how they are strucking their head from everywhere.. accusing her and throwing blames, and all fingers are pointing at her face. This line brought all of this to my head.

The last time somebody said you are,
she replied: I am.
And in despair, she opened the window
and shouted in a loud voice to the neighborhood:
I am leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesbian Mr Smith.
Can you all hear me?
I am leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesbian Mrs Adler.

^^^^^^^ MY BESSSSSSSSSSST DARN IT PARTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

This is exactly like watching a movie.. and the woman unleashes her anguish.. her anger.. call it whatever......!!! wow.. I'm really speechless.

A WINNER!!!!