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Growing, Feeling, Dreaming. These are activities I used to do. Growing up, Feeling emotions, Dreaming of the future. Before I discovered I was gay. My experience has growth, growing towards the sun, Growing towards a box, that I could fit in. Feeling feelings and shutting them away. I can’t be gay. I used to dream of great things, Changing the world and helping people out, But I am riddled with self-hatred, And can’t escape, for I am a product of pressured hate. I feel like a sunflower, Growing in the summer. I am admired from up close but not given another look when moved on. Sometimes I feel as though I have come to my fall, To rid my seeds and go to sleep. Withstand the pressure or crumble to a system, A system of unvalued lives, Open your eyes and see the truth, Your gay friends are on the news. Not as heroes or as villains but, As stereotypes and hidden additions. I don’t see myself, I do not see in third person, I breathe and feel and exist as I am, Not as a side character and not as an omission, I am myself, and that is the mission.
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Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
❀ ~ Sunflower ~ ❀
Growing, Feeling, Dreaming. These are activities I used to do. Growing up, Feeling emotions, Dreaming of the future. Before I discovered I was gay. My experience has growth, growing towards the sun, Growing towards a box, that I could fit in. Feeling feelings and shutting them away. I can’t be gay. I used to dream of great things, Changing the world and helping people out, But I am riddled with self-hatred, And can’t escape, for I am a product of pressured hate. I feel like a sunflower, Growing in the summer. I am admired from up close but not given another look when moved on. Sometimes I feel as though I have come to my fall, To rid my seeds and go to sleep. Withstand the pressure or crumble to a system, A system of unvalued lives, Open your eyes and see the truth, Your gay friends are on the news. Not as heroes or as villains but, As stereotypes and hidden additions. I don’t see myself, I do not see in third person, I breathe and feel and exist as I am, Not as a side character and not as an omission, I am myself, and that is the mission.
This here was the first poem I ever wrote. I really feel as though writing has been extremely cathartic for me and I really hope that opening up my story for others through writing may help in the self discovery and reflectionism that we all could afford to do.
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21/Other/United Kingdom
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
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