Quiet Yell
It was a normal period,
Keeping my head down,
But they just had to say
Something to make me cry.
“It’s not a slur!” they protest,
My spine goes ramrod straight,
I wish they could just stop,
You gave me a heart attack.
I stand with a shake in my body,
Dozens of eyes stare into me,
I don’t speak up a lot,
But this made me yell.
I won’t bore you with the detail,
It’s not a good story to tell,
But I was scared,
Outing yourself is never fun.
So I stood tall for those like me,
Our way of life called a slur,
Because what could the quiet kid do
When all she had was a heart?
This poem is about:
Me
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