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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.