words hold a special kind of magic in their letters
a power you can use for good or evil
or just for fun
when we choose our own labels
we empower ourselves
I call myself polyamorous
and it’s me proclaiming that love is infinite
and my heart is a renewable resource
I tell you I’m demisexual
and it’s me explaining why the friendzone is heaven
and how I struggle with the casual approach to sex
so many people have
I say I’m a writer
and it’s me letting you know
by virtue of being too close to the inkwell
you will be exposed and my words will spill secrets
you didn’t even know you had
words are magic [poem]
Larissa Lee 