one that will change their lives if told.
Of course they both know, they're best friends.
But the secret means more than they can know.
As they grow the secret shows, people know.
some are angry, some show fear, most don't care.
One girl tells mama, teary eyed and fearful,
Mom says, I know my child, I love you, she loves you.
Out now, the not so very secret shines
bold and proud, an identifier,
badge pinned to your chest.
Two girls discover more in the secret,
timid, potent romance bloomed over years
bound at the hip, tied by fate's red ribbon.
Hands interlaced, stares and glares
in exchange for their innocent strolling.
They can't put a damper on these smiles.
Two girls celebrating pride week.
They hold their heads high and hope for a change,
they joyfully strive for equality.
Two girls have no secrets at all these days,
knowing they are no different than their peers.
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The Secret
by Denise Levertov
Two
girls discover
the
secret of life
in
a sudden line of
poetry.
I
who don’t know the
secret
wrote
the
line. They
told
me
(through
a third person)
they
had found it
but
not what it was
not
even
what
line it was. No doubt
by
now, more than a week
later,
they have forgotten
the
secret,
the
line, the name of
the
poem. I love them
for
finding what
I
can’t find,
and
for loving me
for
the line I wrote,
and
for forgetting it
so
that
a
thousand times, till death
finds
them, they may
discover
it again, in other
lines
in
other
happenings.
And for
wanting
to know it,
for
assuming
there is
such
a secret, yes,
for
that
most
of all
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