Back Long before i found my truth i was hiding. And i hid well. Behind walls of pronouns and long sleeves to cover. Behind book covers and blank sketchbooks. i was fading Then i found something. i found poetry. i would write pages and pages of impermanent pen. Angry lines removed beautiful TRUE cries of attraction and attention i bled words and cried ink. To be honest, "She" my muse, my love, my angel became "Him" ****** and painful. Now i have light. F**k you homophobes, Those who made me uncomfortable in my own skin. I come out STRONG And i love her and She loves me.
Sorry for the language, this was from really deep down. -KRosa