"Hi there, Valerie! Didja hear?"
Is the phrase that passes through my ear
The two girls nearby begin to talk
As I had just passed by to walk
I listen closely to their prate
And what I heard fills me with hate
"That Jenny girl is just like Sappho!
I heard it yesterday, from Sally Poe!"
I winced a bit when I heard my name
And their disgust filled me with shame
I walk past, very flushed and pale;
I wonder how many have heard Sally's tale
I shouldn't have told anyone, I know that now
But if I hadn't it would have come out somehow
I don't think anyone knows what it's like
To be called lesbo, or sapphite, or dirty dyke
Is it really my fault that I like girls
Instead of Orlando and his dark-haired curls?
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