If my parents knew...
If only my parents knew...
The secrets my mind holds so tight
I wouldn't be a smart child anymore.
I would just be a gay disappointment.
disappointment...
disappointment...
I would be the disappointment that they'd hate
that they'd equate
to the moldy bread, they once ate.
I'd be the trash they burn in the pit on the hill.
I'd be the bubble gum stuck to the bottom of their shoe.
I'd be the pesky fly they try so desperately to ****.
I'd be the gross tobacco that my Dad chews.
Who would win?
Me or some hobo on the street?
Well, where have you been?
Who would want to meet?
You see to them...
Me... or some hobo.
I would be condemned.
Because the hobo isn't ****.
****...
****...
I'm a "****"?
I prefer the term, Lesbian
This is my first poem published here. Hopefully, someone can relate.