Jokes On Me“That's so gay”,Jokes On Me6 months ago in Free Verse
but you say it like it's a
“Do those two girls
like each other?”
It's clear that to you,
“Did you see that man?
He's wearing makeup,
do you think he's gay?”
I never thought of it
never thought it was an
insult to be gay.
But my lips,
they won't protest.
continues to persist.
And what's worse
of all, is that I laugh,
so I can fit in.
You guys are my friends,
so I tell myself you
I tell myself that I'm not gay,
that I should just
laugh my confusion away.
Though a part of me wonders,
deep down within,
that if I were actually...gay
would you guys still be my friends?
Your jokes are just jokes,
but they must speak some truth.
If I were to come out,
would I still be the same to you?
And even as I stand here
questioning my sexuality,
I laugh despite
the fact that
And the more and more
you joke about it.
The more I try to
Is this really freedom?You say it's a free country.Is this really freedom?4 years ago in Emotional
Yet you take all of our rights away.
The constitution says:
All are entitled,
and to the pursuit of happiness.
Where is equallity in outlawing the marriage,
of two of the same?
What is life,
if you can't lead it,
with the one you hold dearest?
Why are we entitled to love,
if loving the same is forbidden?
How can we even begin,
to pursue happines,
whille being discriminated,
Where is our freedom?
If the constitution isn't able to save us,
Why do you hate me now?Mama, why do you hate me now?Why do you hate me now?5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Call me freak, idiotic, and irresponsible.
You always put me down.
Making your mind think it's not possible.
Mama, who cares if I'm with another girl?
Why can't you just accept me?
Looking at me, you seem like you want to hurl.
Please, just let me be.
Mama, you try to drive us apart.
Your blood boiling within your veins.
Never liked us being together from the start.
You get pissed off every time you hear her name.
Mama, I love this girl with all my heart.
Your efforts are useless.
Even you can't drive us apart.
Must you continue to be so heartless?
Mama, would you even miss me?
If I decided to jump to my death?
If I decided to end my life early?
Would you even care about my last breath?
Mama, I'm sorry I'm not what you want me to be.
I'm sorry that I'm bi.
I'm sorry I'm not what you want to see.
But at least I didn't tell you a lie.
So I ask this question in my head.
Before I take a bow.
Because your answer is what I dread.
Mama, why do you hate me now?
I Still Love You, MomIn a previous chapter of my lifeI Still Love You, Mom6 years ago in Emotional
I ranted about how much of a horrible person you were to me
I said quite a few things
That don't at all seem appropriate
For a child like myself to say to their own parent
And for that I solemnly apologize
I realize now that I have been very much critical of your actions
And yet have failed to acknowledge
The reasons why you behave that way
As a mother you feel that it is your primary duty
To ensure my safety and security at all times
Albeit over protectively
Even though I myself am not a woman
I am as sensitive as you are
Day after day you take care of me
In the morning you greet me with a radiant smile
During the afternoon you offer me suggestions for activities
At night you bid me to sleep in a soft loving tone
Back in my younger years
You used to take pride over my accomplishments
As Straight As Can Be:Part 1As Straight As Can BeAs Straight As Can Be:Part 18 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
If anybody knew how hard it was to be an outcast, that anybody was Tina Kinsley. At St. Brooks Academy, she was the most popular girl in school. She was always surrounded by people she loved and who loved her back.
But when her parents decided to move out of the Suburbs and into the city, Tina had a feeling things werent going to turn out so well.
And she was right ..
Tina, come on sweetie. Its time to go!
Tina rolled over her Tinkerbelle blanket and grabbed her alarm clock; 6:45.
She groaned and pulled a pillow over her head. Today was the day she started school at Stonewall Highschool and, at this point, she didnt care if she got up or not.
Her father knocked on the door, crept in and sat on her bed.
Hey Tin-Tin, whats the matter? He asked quietly, his brows knit together with worry.
Arent you even a little bit excited?
Tina sat upright and glared at her dad.
I was ripped away from my f
anthem for the damned and losti'll settle for the outliersanthem for the damned and lost6 years ago in Free Verse
in their imperfect homes
and assume them Gods
and Kings and paragons
i'll ignore the fire
castle and focus
on the gold.
i'll realise Time is jealous
of Infinity for never
worrying about ending,
yet Infinity is jealous
of Time for never
handling the thought
of eternal Eternity.
mirror, mirror, on the wall.
who's the most fucked-up
we all are we all are we all are we all are
we all are each other's untold secrets;
we all are each other's forgotten past;
we all are each other's invisible eraser;
we all are each other's inabilities to be
loved, to love, to even care,
to realise the difference between
Beauty and Weight and Numbers
and Sex and Trust and Empathy.
we all are Together in this,
united in the controversies
between our hollow bones
(that we fake anyway)
we are all tangled in cobwebs of sorrow.
poisoned by problems we can only fix by
tattooing their names into our s
IncestI remember sleeping in the bed we shared.Incest8 years ago in Teen
Was it wrong?
I remember him always holding me in his arms.
Isn't that what you do with those you love?
I remember mom finding out.
Why did she cry so much?
I remember him looking away.
Couldn't he meet her gaze?
I remember asking him if something was wrong.
Had we done something bad?
I remember him wrapping his arms around me.
Wasn't it supposed to feel this way?
I remember him keeping his voice soft and quiet.
Did he whisper so as not to let mom hear?
I remember him saying he had to leave.
Where did he have to go?
I remember saying goodbye.
Were those tears for me?
I remember not seeing him for years.
What kept him away?
I remember seeing him again.
When did he grow so much?
I remember feeling tears slip down my face.
There were still tears left?
I remember running to him.
He didn't forget me?
I remember feeling his arms around me.
Is it the same as before?
I remember a passionate, dominating kiss.
I remember a promise.
he/himsomeone came out to me recently, asked me to usehe/him1 year ago in Free Verse
his correct pronouns when we’re alone,
but says whenever i’m over at his home,
‘please could you switch back to the wrong ones? i don’t
want my parents to know who i am.’ so every time i sit at their table
for mashed potatoes and peas, i listen to a father asking
his son how her day was and i hear him start to think that he’s alone
and i watch every wrong word they say strike like an axe into
the trunk of a young sapling who’s just
starting to grow into his own.
i know they don’t know better, but it’s hard not
to hate them when i am censoring every word i say
before it comes out of my mouth, changing secrets into
dinner time conversations, because a boy does not feel
safe enough in his own skin to come clean about something
as pure as the foundation he has been built upon.
later he tells me that he wishes he were strong enough
to just tell them, but he knows his father still
has the c