He googles something,
sits me down.
Asks me
“Are you here right now?”
”How many people
do you really think are gay?”
None of my answers
he deems okay.
0.8% Of Americans
are pan or bi.
He says there’s no way I’m part of that,
my life is a lie.
”You’re to young to know!”
”How can you even tell?”
”You shouldn’t have a sex drive yet.”
Am I living in hell?
People have it worse than me,
I already know.
So why do I feel
Like I’m about to explode?
It’s like he’s saying
I was born a sin.
It isn’t fair to want
better kin?
Family doesn’t mean you have to love them.
Brotherhood doesn’t mean you have to trust them.
You call me a liar?
I need to repent?
You can’t change my mind
I’m in that 0.8%.
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Author:
pots-and-pans (
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- Comment from author about the poem: One of my family members recently tried to tell me that my sexuality isn’t valid. As soon as the words “you are not one of the 0.8% Of people that are pan!” came out of his mouth, I knew that I had to turn it into some kind of poem.
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Comments2
WELCOME P&P ~ thanks for your first Poem and personal identity statement ! You will find MPS a vet empathetic site and non-judgemental about Color ~ Class ~ Creed or Gender. We are what we are and at 13 I sure knew I was a BOY and (in my case) 20 years later I still am. Thanks fro sharing ~ Please check my Poems |~ Yours BRIAN
The goosebumps I felt in this read is more than I could breathe. Keep letting it out in poetry, you'll soon see we all love, admire and appreciate the skin your are in.
Thank you for being exactly who ever you want to be, your a breath of fresh air reminding me to stay free.
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