Story of My Life

nadair

There is no doubt that I am quiet

     or reserved

     or stoic

     or apathetic

But why? --

 

Because, in the third grade, I got made fun of because

     “boys don’t do gymnastics”

 

Because, there’s nothing more demoralizing than

being called a fairy, each and every day

 

Because, it can be hard to have great friends

     when nobody will speak to you

 

Because,

     “only queers cheerlead”

 

Because,

     “dance is for fags”

 

When an entire population of people

are constantly telling you how weird you are

how abnormal you are

you begin to believe them

 

You begin to believe that “real boys”

     don’t cheerlead

     or dance

     or write

 

And once you are made

to feel so remarkably puny

 

What is there to show?

 

Why would you want to showcase your shortcomings to the world?

  • Author: Nicholas Adair (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2016 11:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem came out of me when I was younger (about 12 years old). It was what I was feeling, and I keep it in type as a trophy, an accomplishment of what I\\\'ve overcome.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 34
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Comments2

  • JustABird

    Because some part of the world won't think less of you for doing the things that you love. I'm glad that you keep this poem as a reminder of things you've overcome and not because they are still with you. I hope you've found a safe space to be yourself and friends who encourage you to do the things you enjoy.

    • nadair

      Thank you so much. I have found a safe place, both in writing and in the world. I have found people that support me.

    • Kathryn Jessica

      The world is cruel. Especially when we stand out.
      Your brave writing this and I'm glad you have. Good for you, keep doing what your good at.
      Much love

      • nadair

        Thank you so much!



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