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When I was 8 years old
I kissed my friend on the cheek
without thinking.
I still feel the playground gravel
on my face
the words
“that's disgusting!”
ringing in my head.
When I was 12 years old
I stared at the diagram on the board
a woman and a man
and I felt like that
I did
I liked boys and that
was normal so it was
my normal.
When I was 14 years old
I watched wet mouthed as a girl
who hated me
sneered the word dyke
from a cupids bow
mouth that
I wanted
to taste.
When I was 16 years old
I had my first boyfriend
and so I couldn't be confused.
His touch set fires in my skin
and if my head
turned when a woman
walked past, well
didn't everyone's?
When I was 18 years old
I had my hand up a stranger's skirt
and couldn't say
afterwards who was
more shocked
because I liked boys
so couldn't understand
what happened.
When I was 20 years old
I knew what 'bisexual' meant
and the song inside
was one of rage.
Nobody told me
you could be grey
in a world of
black and white.
I kissed my friend on the cheek
without thinking.
I still feel the playground gravel
on my face
the words
“that's disgusting!”
ringing in my head.
When I was 12 years old
I stared at the diagram on the board
a woman and a man
and I felt like that
I did
I liked boys and that
was normal so it was
my normal.
When I was 14 years old
I watched wet mouthed as a girl
who hated me
sneered the word dyke
from a cupids bow
mouth that
I wanted
to taste.
When I was 16 years old
I had my first boyfriend
and so I couldn't be confused.
His touch set fires in my skin
and if my head
turned when a woman
walked past, well
didn't everyone's?
When I was 18 years old
I had my hand up a stranger's skirt
and couldn't say
afterwards who was
more shocked
because I liked boys
so couldn't understand
what happened.
When I was 20 years old
I knew what 'bisexual' meant
and the song inside
was one of rage.
Nobody told me
you could be grey
in a world of
black and white.
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Social Media
I saw you today,
(on your tumbler,
on your Facebook,
on your wall)
but
(I didn't reblog
I didn't hit "like")
I didn't say "hi"
because I'm unable to reach out
(to click,
to type)
because I believe,
(you want what you reblog
you want what you "like"
You're ashamed of me, on your wall)
that I'm not worthy.
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The Author
Writers paint pictures that painters can't.
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on the difference between life and living
otherkids grew up learning how to avoid obstacles
while riding their bikes without training wheels
skateboarding in parks with the company of their friends
loving family
and a thing called happiness,
I
grew up using guess-and-check to
complete the square for quadratic functions,
but more importantly,
to add on to my ever-growing list on
how to not provoke a mom I always feared
and how to not think about a dad I never knew.
you say that you saved me,
that I should c
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Sex education in schools bothers me because it's heterosexually based and is narrowed down before it can even begin to develop : /