Feb 2019
The word t
u mbling fro
m my mouth.
A Bold Statement
They stop...
A blood red lie, I kept in my pocket
Their body turning towards the fresh noise
Revealing, laughter
Their expression a stern nod of disapproval,
and a shove aside
I am now a clown,
a mockery
I repeated
those stale claims made in contempt
My tears
Sweet chocolate
Their laughter
joined by mine
The words being
u mbling fro
m my mouth.
A Bold Statement
They stop...
A blood red lie, I kept in my pocket
Their body turning towards the fresh noise
Revealing, laughter
Their expression a stern nod of disapproval,
and a shove aside
I am now a clown,
a mockery
I repeated
those stale claims made in contempt
My tears
Sweet chocolate
Their laughter
joined by mine
The words being
I am gay
This poem is about how I was always called "gay" because of my mannerisms and uninterest in women. When I came out, it was a joke because I always denied it was "the secret I kept in my pocket". Even though they don't accept me, it doesn't matter. All their power is taken when you laugh with them.
This poem is about how I was always called "gay" because of my mannerisms and uninterest in women. When I came out, it was a joke because I always denied it was "the secret I kept in my pocket". Even though they don't accept me, it doesn't matter. All their power is taken when you laugh with them.
