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The Closet. Poetic prose. - Poetry Group

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The Closet

Coming out.
It's the easiest thing to do around strangers.
People you've known for years.....
That's some thing completely different.
They have an image of you,
And to tell them you're gay would
Rearrange everything
They know about you.

I've looked at girls since I was in Preschool.
That was the first time I was always around them,
And I looked.
For Halloween I was Hercules,
So I could protect the princesses.

When I was little
I was a tomboy.
I wanted to be Aladdin
Until my mom remarried.
Even as a kindergartener
I knew I couldn't be me around him.
And Mom married a
Boy,
Nanny married a
Boy,
And Grandma married a
Boy.
So, was that how it is supposed to be?

I still looked at girls,
But I would look away
And tell myself it wasn't normal,
Wasn't right.
By sixth grade I realize what I was,
And I was in denial.
People said
Gay
As an adjective for bad things.
Gay is bad,
Gay is bad,
Gay is bad.
My mind was killing me
With this hateful mantra.

Being in the closet is the most
Accurate
Phrase to describe your deepest secret.
It's
Dark.
Compressed.
Suffocating.
Lightless.
Locked.
So why is this handle so hot,
So that I may not open the door
And tell my closest friends the truth?

Someday, I will
Shatter
The painted glass of how I am seen,
And I'll be there to pick up the pieces
And show them how I am meant to be.


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Yeah, coming out to friends is tough, that's why I don't do it often. You'll get there eventually. =]


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Pauline_Tembuyser
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so well said, love this poem. (:


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