And that poem is rainbow-y and a bit queer. I'm sorry for all the LGBTQIA posts lately, I promise this will be the last one for awhile (maybe). It's just that I'm figuring all this stuff out and it's what has been on my mind the most lately. Anyway, here it is:
7 am is too early to cry,
shrinking into my coat,
trying to shield my face from
the stares I imagine burning through me.
No one even fakes a smile as I pass by,
they say "everyone's a friend",
I say "yeah right" because it's like they know,
see me as different, the outcast, the freak.
I reach my locker and shed my protection,
thinking, thinking hard.
We're different yet the same I know,
I am just as real as the next person.
I leave wondering about rejection,
my head held high but crushed inside,
I never thought they'd see me that way,
and I don't want to know what they're thinking.
Just because I'm not straight
doesn't mean I'm broken or wrong.
But someday it has to end and all of us will see
the world we've known forever, free of discrimination.
But today, in my world I try my best to remain in hiding.
Because 7 am is too early to cry.
It's a rough draft and by no means perfect, but I wanted to get it out there, especially since I'll never show it to anyone in real life why not show the whole internet (Ha! *snorts* Because the whole internet reads my blog.) But yep. My poem. :)
That's good. :)
ReplyDeleteAw :'( , even if I had not read the post before this I would have known it was about you. The way you described how you were feeling throughout. It's wonderful :)
ReplyDeleteAnd don't be sad, I believe that one day people will be allowed to be something other than straight (I don't think it should be called straight because that's a discrimination in itself.) and every one will appear unphased by it because it's the normal walk of life.
Thanks guys! Everything you say really means a lot to me. :)
ReplyDeleteIt will be amazing when people don't look at QUILTBAG people as different.