My coming out
was less of a parade
and more of a panic attack.
I would often wonder
when I should come out
or if I should
stay in.
But in the end
there was nothing
no reason
no joy in
staying in.
I came out in the morning,
my family could all read the papers I had left them
and I went to bed nervous
or giddy.
I didn\'t want to know which.
The next morning was fine.
I knew it would take
some time for them to
really process it.
For them to call me they.
So I waited.
I waited.
I waited.
Now I\'m still she,
still straight,
a year later they refuse to
call me ace.
\"You\'re too young\" or
\"You don\'t know what you are\"
Yes I do, I\'m too young.
Today I corrected my dad
on someone else\'s pronouns.
He said he\'s \"not doing that\"
And that\'s how I know,
I\'ll always just
Be cis,
be straight,
I\'ll always just be
IN