I am not allowed to say the the word "Gay"
If I do my mom gives me that look
and I get sent upstairs.
When I was tweleve
I had my first girl crush
It lasted a year.
And I thought we were friends
untill she called me a slur
That I didn't really understand
but it hurt more than I am willing to admit
It became my nickname
Whispered behind my back, only inches away
When I told my mom
she said
"If the shoe fits, and I don't understand why it bothers you, it's just a bundle of sticks"
I didn't tell her again
but she knew what the slur ment
After all she had used it herself
I ran away from my identity for awhile after that
Until the 21 of November the year I turned 13
I had ran away from home
at 4 in the morning.
I left a note that in hindsight didn't say "I love you" once
I hitchhiked into the city
The man that drove me
was celebrating his birthday soon
He was 62
And had kind eyes
He talked about his wife the whole time
And when he dropped me of he told me to be safe.
He was 2 hours late to work that day
I wandered for four hours
Having mini panic attacks
Untill a homeless man asked if I was okay
He had blue eyes and a pride flag down into his jacket
Thirty minutes later my dad found me at a bus stop
And had my brother drag me into the car.
there were strangers around
but no one helped except that homeless man
I think f that homeless man know
And wonder if he knows that he saved my life.
With his kind eyes
and the pride flag sown into his jacket
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
I am not allowed to say the the word "Gay"
If I do my mom gives me that look
and I get sent upstairs.
When I was tweleve
I had my first girl crush
It lasted a year.
And I thought we were friends
untill she called me a slur
That I didn't really understand
but it hurt more than I am willing to admit
It became my nickname
Whispered behind my back, only inches away
When I told my mom
she said
"If the shoe fits, and I don't understand why it bothers you, it's just a bundle of sticks"
I didn't tell her again
but she knew what the slur ment
After all she had used it herself
I ran away from my identity for awhile after that
Until the 21 of November the year I turned 13
I had ran away from home
at 4 in the morning.
I left a note that in hindsight didn't say "I love you" once
I hitchhiked into the city
The man that drove me
was celebrating his birthday soon
He was 62
And had kind eyes
He talked about his wife the whole time
And when he dropped me of he told me to be safe.
He was 2 hours late to work that day
I wandered for four hours
Having mini panic attacks
Untill a homeless man asked if I was okay
He had blue eyes and a pride flag down into his jacket
Thirty minutes later my dad found me at a bus stop
And had my brother drag me into the car.
there were strangers around
but no one helped except that homeless man
I think f that homeless man know
And wonder if he knows that he saved my life.
With his kind eyes
and the pride flag sown into his jacket
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