Being A Lesbian In High School



I am scared of these hallways.

These white walls haunt me and I dread entering them.

Let me loose.

Gay rights?

They don’t exist here.

“Welcome to Hell” the sign should say.

“Maybe you won’t get called a homo today!”

My girlfriend and I want to run away.

The words keep coming and my heart is still racing.

Run faster, run.

Oh no. Here they come.




This poem is about: 
My community


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