My Story Has Never Before Been Told

When my mother came out It wasn't a big deal To me My sister didn't understand It took her a while To accept it We're different as cliches I want to art school She stayed In our small town home town To play sports I wrote my days away Surrounded by Diversity like I had never seen In my small town home town There were new words Like weave and ratchet People pronouncing ask Like axe And I saw things Men in dresses Girls in leggings Toes near their eyebrows There were raps Fingers stained with clay Or ink Or graphite Pages of lines to memorize Or novellas bathed in red Lines exed out Scratched in the margins This may seem to be getting away From my point But this became my everyday Wonderful poems By wonderful people With such wonderful diversity Their everything was diverse Nothing was like the other Rainbows spilled from those doors I was a color among them An ally But what I saw was that Above their colors they were good people They were beautiful Drowning in the infinite diversity I breathed it in And saw it was good