|This Little Girl
Where is the little girl that never played with dolls?
The little girl that watched other children play so free.
Where is the little girl that had no friends?
That little girl is inside of me.
Where is the little girl hiding in the hall?
Because she was too small to reach for the ball.
Where is the little girl that felt so alone?
The one that was forbidden to talk on the phone.
Where is the little girl that dressed like a boy?
The little girl that was her father's toy.
Where is the little girl abused and poor?
That little girl is no more.
Copyright ©2004 Theresa Magliano
|Growth and Dreams
I'm walking down the street just looking around,
and there's no one here to be found.
The trees are in bloom and the grass is green,
The sky is blue with clouds that gleem.
My mind is a million miles away,
while I stand here thinking of yesterday.
The things I did when I was young,
the future for me had just begun.
Classes in school were nothing for me,
If I had known what was to be.
I'm pushing through this difficult world,
now a woman, no longer a girl.
I don't want to starve without clothes on my back,
just a comfortable living as a matter of fact.
I have many dreams that I will fulfill,
enough to keep me climbing that hill.
Copyright ©2003 Theresa Magliano
|A Day of Difference
Yesterday I was free to think, I was free to
stroll, I was free to laugh.
Yesterday I went to work, I had my lunch, I hugged my
friends, and watched a movie in my safe home.
Yesterday I called my mom, had my dinner,
and slept through the night.
Today I saw the sun, I enjoyed my first meal,
and arrived to work.
Today I saw terror, I saw death, I saw evil.
Today I lost my friends, my smile, and my security.
Today I watched the Towers fall, the planes crash, and people die.
Today I hugged my friends, called my mom, and did not sleep.
Copyright ©2003 Theresa Maria Magliano
|A Better Place
I can feel the change within my soul.
A whole new life is what I hold.
Born so poor and raised abused.
I can not have that, I will not lose.
I have seen the good I have seen the light,
And for a better life I will fight the fight.
The road has been tough and so very long,
It has made me wise and extremely strong.
I am in that place, the best place of all,
I have climbed that mountain and I will not fall.
Copyright ©2004 Theresa Maria Magliano
|No More Hero
As a small child you were my hero.
Though our visits were few,
you would light up my life for the
short time we had.
Your songs were whispers of I love
you's in my ears.
You were the funny man that made me
forget the bad, surrounding my world.
Now as a woman, there are no more songs.
Though you still make me laugh, you are unaware of my past.
I find you avoid extreme reality.
Your interests are of only you,
and therefore a hero to me,
you are no more.
|Hear Me Out
I'm not this way because you did something wrong,
it's not because of hearing some strange song.
I'm not too young to know who and what I am,
there were no gangs to mek me follow them.
You choose not to see the good in me,
my morals and standards oare of quality.
I am educated, loyal and have the highest integrity,
again, these things you do not see.
If your God is in fact a God of love,
then let him judge from up above.
I feel no shame and hold my head up high,
I will be blessed to go to heaven when I die.
You see down here the sinners are our fate,
filled with prejudice, anger and too much hate.
What I am is neither a fad nor a choice I've made,
freedom and rights have been the price I've paid.
This is not just for one person to say,
It's for all the people in this world that are gay.