The Art of Being You
A lie,
That’s where it began.
Half-truths, twisted alibi
When the shit hit the fan.
An argument,
That’s where it escalated.
Harsh words, painful comment
Leaving us deflated.
A confession,
That’s when time stopped.
Halted breath, comprehension
Sexuality bomb dropped.
Love,
That’s what I was shown.
A family that I’m in awe of
Acceptance in a world not my own.
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