By Halle Preneta
The bi girl
you see in movies
is truly bisexual.
She isn’t straight.
She isn’t gay.
She’s bisexual.
Period.
End of story.
She finds the guy
in the back of the classroom
with trimmed short brown hair
that swoops over this forehead
and that sly smile he gets
when one of his friends is presenting
at the front of the room, trying
to get him to laugh
just as attractive as the girl
in front of her
who wears flannels and t-shirts
just about everyday.
Her long brown hair flowing past her shoulders
as her arms rest on the desk in front of her,
her dark tattoos on her light skin peeking
out from under her clothes
just a little.
It’s cute.
They’re cute.
And she finds them both cute
because she’s bisexual
and nothing else
and no one can
change that.
No magic spell,
no weird thing you
put in her drink,
absolutely nothing can
change the fact that
she is bisexual
and beautiful
and amazing
and real.
Heartland Society of Women Writers 
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