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I remember

June 24, 2013
By BlissfulPoet BRONZE, Boston, Massachusetts
BlissfulPoet BRONZE, Boston, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
“The realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn,—not the material of my everyday existence—but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself.” -Edgar Allan Poe

I remember questioning my sexuality.
I remember questioning everything that made me...me.

I remember saying "Nana, I think I'm gay..."
My nana told me "No the hell you're not. Just pray."

I remember laying on my bed each night, crying from all the cruel words said about me by my peers.
I remember my pillow being soaked with confused and lonely tears.

I remember the shoving, the words, the constant name-calling.
I remember sitting in my room alone, balling.

Oh God, help me. Am I gay?
Am I good enough to stay?

I can't help my feelings, I just can't help how I feel, or how I look.
My feeling seem to read off like an open book.

I remember wondering If I could last another day.
I remember wanting to not solve problems, I just walked away.

I remember being bullied because I did not know what I wanted.
I remember never winning, no matter how much I ranted.

I'm 14, but I know who I am now.
I won't let anyone bring me down.

I am not into men, I'm into women.
And I am Catholic, I don't believe my interests are a sin.

The author's comments:
I was bullied for not liking boys, and questioning my self. Everyone assumed I was a Satanist, but I'm the exact opposite. Is it so hard to believe I am a lesbian catholic?

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