I'm a Tree
I'm Gay
It's no secret, I like boys
But this isn't what it seems.
Keep your sympathy, I don't need it;
Don't let this sway your feelings toward me, you don't know me.
For years, I wandered the clouds of my youth following the norm
that boys like girls, and girls like boys.
My family preached that gay is not okay,
that it is a sin, that it is an abomination, that they would never let a child be gay.
I wandered the clouds of my youth, following the norm
dating girls, ignoring how I felt about that boy at the lunch table.
Ignoring how I thought he was cute,
ignoring how much I wanted to just compliment him.
I persevered, I followed the clouds of my youth...
ignorant. Ignoring myself,
my feelings, my thoughts, my desires,
avoiding the disappointment if my family were to discover
that I'm... I'm gay.
A revelation! I've said it. I've thought it.
My friends know, as does my stepmother and father.
As does my aunt, my best friend, her mom; her family.
Oblivous, only left in the shadows, is my mom.
My homophobic mother, so Christian and conservative.
My homophobic mother, wishing all gays would get caught
in a mass genocide; lined up, shot, buried, forgotten.
MY homophobic mother, oh how I apologize.
I am sorry that you don't agree,
yet i do not wish to change. I cannot,
this is me. I know that. You know that.
I've learned, I've evolved, I've moved on.
I've grown into myself.
I've molted the facade of heterosexuality.
I've kissed a boy,
I've discovered what I am supposed to be.
I'm gay, but I know its okay.
I've grown. I realized on that day,
when I knew, when I understood,
what it was to be gay,
that I had grown up.
I now walk amongst the clouds of emerging adulthood.
I walk with those who do not follow societal norms.
I am among those who refuse to let someone else decide their fate.
I am one of the few to grow up and grow out, as a tree would.
I'm gay, I'm a tree, I've taken root, and I am not moving. Only growing.
I'm not just a seed anymore.
