I was in the first grade I was sitting down during storytime next to this kid named Michael I was a normal kid I chased boys on the playground and I was friends with mostly girls Who knows what my teacher was reading I wasn’t paying attention I was staring at Michael He was my first crush I didn't know why I liked him but I did Something came over me and as he’s intently listening to the story I turn to him and kissed him He looks back at me in disgust and thankfully no one saw me do it I never talked to him again and he moved that next year
I'm in the fifth grade I'm texting one of my best friends and the time He just happens to be a guy He texts me a picture of someone from a game It's a cute character so I type “ aww he’s cute” Autocorrect had a different plan for me and changed it to “ aww you're cute” I started freaking out at what he would say But he responded with “ your cute too” We ended up dating and he was my first boyfriend I loved him and he loved me We went to the movies together and sat next each other every day on the bus He bought me candy and a stuffed rabbit for Valentines day His parents said that he wasn’t allowed to date till he was in high school So our relationship ended quickly
In my house, we never really talked about dating or sexuality But occasionally my grandparents talked about a “gay” couple they knew I didn't know what that meant so one day I looked it up To my surprise, it meant a guy who is attracted to another guy And I was confused, I didn't know that this was ok I didn’t know people felt this way and I started questioning myself Did I like girls Did I like guys I didn’t know anymore and I questioned this for a while Nobody knew about my build up question that only I could answer And it started taking over my thoughts Every girl that I saw I looked away cuz I didn't want to give off the wrong impression Nobody talked about sexuality I didn't know anyone who liked the same gender as their own
I was at church And I was in the sixth grade I'm sitting next to my friend She just happens to be a girl She’s stuttering on her words and is more awkward now I ask her what’s wrong and she says that she likes me I start to blush Her head is in her knees and she's about to cry I tell her that I like her too She lifts up her head to reveal her bright red cheeks She grabs my face and kisses me I tell her that I love her and she insists that she loves me more I liked girls, but I was still confused How could I like a girl and a guy I told her about this and she gave me the title BISEXUAL She gave me a label, I word to finally express how I felt I still kept these feeling to myself I didn’t tell anyone and nobody knew about my relationship with her
We broke up and I was depressed But I was comfortable with myself, comfortable in my skin I wasn't ashamed of being bisexual and I was shown that it's ok That's it’s ok to have these feeling And no I’m not figuring out my sexuality That’s already figured out I’m not confused, I’m not desperate And no I don't like everyone I see so please don’t ask
I’m bisexual I like girls and guys and everything in between Gender doesn't matter to me cuz all that matters is personality Society likes to brainwash people to think that girls like guys and guys like girls But why Why must we be confined to the idea that we can’t explore our sexuality And we can't love who we want to Let it be said that if God didn't want us this way He wouldn’t have created us this way And if God didn't want us to like our own gender Why did he allow us to
He sleeps. An enigma, his life bereft - He lived then died once his angel had left. It happened as simply as anything might, As from day there follows the coming of night.
The poem at the end of my favourite book. Presumably co.mposed by Marius Pontmercy to honour the life of Jean Valjean. One day I hope to translate Les Miserables in full, until then, here's a very small section of it.