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*** I ran across this while rummaging through a box yesterday and knew I had to share it with EP friends. This was written in September of 1989. My comming out poem...***


My life is like a whirlwind
trying to decipher where I start and where I end.
The blatant truth is so incredibly mean,
while the answers I fear always shout and scream...
but how do you survive when you are only fourteen?

I am frightened as the words beg to come out
not knowing who I am or what I am about.
A smug little grin on a smug little face
slices through my heart with such incredible grace.

And the world is never just what it seems
as the asnwers I fear always shout and scream...
so how do I survive when I'm only fourteen?
texastomboy texastomboy 36-40, F 4 Responses Jun 28, 2012

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Such insightfullness...a wonderful read! I have been her.

Brilliant!

Hugs

Sammi

Okay, i understand it now. Thanks for explaining. Sorry if I sounded rude before.

No worries, friend. Glad it made you think.

this doesn't make sense, how are you "coming out" in this poem?

This is about realizing within myself that I am gay. The term "coming out" is interpretive. There are so many ways a person can come out without walking around with a rainbow flag draped around them. I am now 36 years old and find that I am still coming out, 22 years after telling my family and accepting it within myself. Being 14 is hard enough. No one wants to be different at that age and I was very much aware of the fact that I was. This poem represents my feelings and angst about being gay. Now that I have it explained it, go back and read it again. You have to look a little deeper than the actual words.