Poems from ProudPoet
Dear Dad,
I am not who you want me to be.
I can’t tell you what’s wrong, because you’ll think it’s me.
I used to cry about this every night...
I am thankful for queer history.
However hidden it has been.
I am thankful for the great artists and engineers of the Renaissance.
I am...
The closet is a social construct.
A construct built out of our fears.
And my closet is covered in rainbow tears.
My closet holds my...