2 years later

August 21, 2016
By Anonymous

I sat on the couch in my classroom,
Watching a weird 80’s movie with my class.
I sat in the corner
With this girl to my left,
Her silent grin making me feel the best.

I noticed we were close
Bodies inches apart,
Her warm breath tickling my neck.
Oh my god
She’s a lesbian
What do I do?
Don’t do anything just yet.

I’ll just entertain her,
This is okay
This actually is sort of fun.
I’ll  keep her attention
for as l can,
I bet she doesn’t  know what’s going on

I kept playing that game,
day after day,
denial flooding my body.
It was me, it was me,
it was me the whole time,
I was the lesbian in hiding.

2 years later I’m out of the closest,
2 years later I’m only 14.
2 years later I know that without her,
I may never have found the real me.

The author's comments:

This is the story of how I realized that I wasn't straight. This girl helped me see that I wasn't the default sexuality of society and that I was, in fact, a lesbian.

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This article has 1 comment.

rosyposy said...
on Aug. 23 2016 at 3:00 pm
It's like we're the same person. I know exactly how you feel.


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