Uncertainty, or, An Examination of the Self
Self-discovery slapped me in the face
At the age of thirteen.
Cornered in the library, the popular girls,
With spittle flying from their perfect lips,
Demanded to know if I was gay.
My rhododendron smile, wilted away.
The doubt creeped in, consuming my facade.
I wanted to shout that I didn’t know.
I still don’t know.
I want to know.
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Hi, I’m Aspen! I’m 18 years old, and I live in Washington. This fall I am attending a local technical school for my pastry arts degree, and I hope to own my own bakery by 2025. In my free time, I write poetry and prose. I love writing about issues personal to me as it serves as a platform for me to get my feelings out.
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