Writing Wednesdays, 1st Ed, 2nd Vol
Hitting this week with another round of that rough draft poetry you know and love.
Broken, Unsure Homosexuals
Here's to the broken, unsure homosexuals
Given the 1/10 stick of life
Unable to fathom the hatred from all sides
Running after girls because television taught you so
Shunned by the cool kids in your small town
Teased by your sister who's boyfriends you always drooled over
Called "nothing like me" by your father
Asked if you'd like to be exorcized by your mother
No longer the apple of the congregation's eyes
Nervous around other homosexuals
Never knowing how to present yourself in their presence
Jealous of how sure of themselves they are
Pondering what circumstances allowed them such privileges
Juggling friendship and romance, dropping the balks every time
Told "I like you but not in that way" too often
Wondering if you'll ever find love and acceptance ever again
Here's to you
May we find each other and figure it out together
Toe Jam
You don't understand fear until your foot slides under a lawnmower
The grass so slippery from yesterday's rain that you death drop down a slope
Your right foot wanting to have a conversation with each of the blades under the hood
You feel stupid, weak for letting this happen
But your numb foot distracts from your broken pride
You see your sneaker slashed open
The image of blood seeping out of it filling your imagination
This is how you die, refusing to treat your severed toes because you don't have insurance
You curse the Earth's rotation for aging you out of your parents' coverage as you talk off your sneaker to assess the damage
To the uncut grass' surprise, your sock hasn't turned red - not even pink
But there are three tears
Does adrenaline stop blood flow?
You venture further and expose your foot to the elements
Your toes survived and are still attached to your body
Congratulations!
Now wobble your skinned big toe inside and see if Patient First will treat you under the table, you idiot
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