in the closet
uncomfortable hatred
casual dislike
heart on edge
whenever the word is whispered
i hear them say it
in that hushed tone
because it’s them
they are the abnormalities.
i am the isolated
talk about myself
in the third person
i hide in plain sight
i dodge difficult questions
their faces twist
the same way my gut does
when they are mentioned.
did you hear
she asks
her eyes are open and wild
that she is
you know
she looks at me
i shake my head
oh
you know
a lesbian!
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world