Different is my love
Your ideals upon me you shove
But I'm not broken
My love has simply awoken
Love that is different yet strong
Right middle finger, slightly bent
A black ring I present
It is a sign
And I pine
For my brethren, aces of all kind
Let me tell you something
Have pride in yourself
You may be ashamed
But love how you want
Late bloomer you're not
You are a diamond, bright, sparkling
"Hey Laura, who are you going to prom with?" I'm standing at my locker, about to go through my art supplies before grabbing something for lunch. I'm so caught up in the task at hand that I jolt out of my spacing mind at the voice of my friend Elaine. "Oh uh... I'm not planning on going to prom at all." I'm an aromantic asexual, and I'm pretty sure I made that point to Elaine several times before. But that wasn't enough to deter her. "Oh, pshaw. Come on Laura. There's gotta be SOMEone. Oh, what about that guy. He's cute isn't he?" I barely glance away from my sketch pad. "How about... no." She had the most disbelieving look on her face; I coul