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For Her
In elementary school
 I was the object of every boy’s affection
 Daniel would chase me around all day
 Trying to steal playground kisses
 I was the only girl without cooties
 The exception
 But I had no interest in kissing him back
 When I was in the fourth grade
 I decided it was time for my first crush
 I set my eyes on my closest guy friend
 And when he picked the other girl
 I didn’t know how to explain the tears flowing from my eyes
 Puddling up on the sticky cafeteria table
 I just wanted a boyfriend like every other girl
 I just wanted to be normal
 When I was eleven
 I said the word gay for the first time
 Before shaking my head in denial
 I couldn’t be gay
 My parents would cry
 I would never find love
 I ignored the flutter when she touched me
 The thump-thumping of my heart beat
 When she called my name
 Instead, I filled my mind with the words
 I’m straight
 I’m straight
 I’m straight
 When I was twelve
 I finally gave in
 My first kiss behind the science building
 Feeling her soft red lips for the first time
 Finally smothering the hope of being normal
 But the fire within felt so warm
 I just let the flames burn up any sense of normality I had left
 I was no longer lying to myself
 But lying to others
 When people started reading my eyes
 Instead of my lips
 Fear set in
 I was afraid of being found out
 I was afraid of being left out
 Afraid of my dream wedding disappearing with my friends
 Even now
 Driving home late at night
 I’m afraid
 Of the person behind me following me home
 Hatred burning inside at the sight of my rainbow sticker
 I’m afraid of the day when a homophobic fist comes fast at my jaw
 When I was fifteen
 The words spilled out to my father
 He held me tight
 And told me his love for me is unconditional
 My mother did cry
 But only when I was in pain
 Because of them
 No longer am I afraid of who I am
 And how I love
 Just because there’s the hand of another girl
 On the other side of my fingertips
 Does not mean my love isn’t as pure as yours
 So I will continue to hold her hand
 I will keep the lgbt sticker on the back of my truck
 Which I will continue to call the butchmobile
 I will keep on letting my pride shine
 I am proud of never giving up on this fight
 I am proud of who I am.

