A poem that I wrote when I was struggling with my sexuality
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Mom, Why is my sexuality wrong? Mom, Why don't I want to mate? Mom, Am I a failure? Mom, Why do I have to try it to know I don't want it? Mom, What's wrong with me? Mom,
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
You say you'll wait for me you get it I'm nervous I'm scared It's my first time I think it's so sweet when you tell me you want to wait as long as I need But behind closed doors
Mom dad I need to tell you something I am a bi...cycle ya a bicycle
F – Is for the flames, there’s nobody to be blamed I – Is for the idiots who deep down think it’s scientific