Written by Ysabella Yao

Unlikely

By Kyna Marquez

Incoming 4th year BA Organizational Communication Student

Played a lesbian twice and found it nice, 

and looking forward to the next time.

Dear unlikely, 

Under the flags of color, I stand. 

Arms stained with paint. 

Holding your hand,

while breathing in,

and breathing out life. 

My rib cage quickly expanding and contracting.

Chasing that breath.

This single breath of air I share with you. 

My hands on your waist. 

You leaned in.

Your hair against my cheeks. 

Your laughter in my ears. 

Our skin touching.

Both of us thriving to stay in a land

where flowers can love their kind, 

and bees are free from

and making sweetness 

out of mandate.

If being myself, makes me a rebel. 

If being brave, makes me queer.

If being in love with you, makes me unnatural. 

Then let it be.

In the same way, rainbows don’t always appear after the rain.

We can’t always fix insecurities. 

We can’t always calm egos. 

In the end, we can only be ourselves. 

Be bravely ourselves. 

In times of doubt, 

where succumbing to a spiral of anger and fear 

seems to be the only way out, 

the single path to be free.

Read this, 

and let your thoughts be cleared.

Lovely is the heart

that beats for what’s

underneath the skin

and measures the soul. 

Lucky are the eyes

that see more than 

what’s between

a person’s legs. 

Gifted are the noses

that love the scent 

of Calvin Klein’s One

on a woman. 

Blessed are the ears

who can both hear and listen

to high pitched voices 

on men. 

Courageous are the hands

that dare to color 

monochrome walls. 

Admirable are the lips

that kiss because of feeling

and not of rules. 

Stunning are the hips

that bravely move to the rhythm of

freedom and desire. 

Revolutionary is the love that persists and rises 

above convention, 

above underestimation, 

and above ridicule.

Revolutionary is the happiness that blossoms 

in the most unlikely of times,

in the most unlikely of places, 

and in the most unlikely of people. 

You’re my unlikely.

Thank you for making me happy, 

and for making me brave enough to be me.

xoxo

your “different” lover

PS: True unicorns and mermaids don’t hate but slay.