This is my gay poemMy poem about priAnd about fally g out to my parents after 23 yearsBut you know some news falls on tton-filled ears
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BLACK, QUEER POET SCRIB ‘HOW TO COME OUT AS GAY’ CREDIBLE POEM
* gay poems coming out *
Explore the rich tradn of gay, lbian, bisexual, transgenr, and queer poets and poetry by browsg a selectn of poems & d. "Closeted: The Same PartsI stand a dark room filled wh fear and rentmentThis stems om the ia that speculatn of my inty may hurt my well beg This dark room soon enclosed me for plenty of my childhood year and beme a sense of need Hidg felt like chas around my body but also protected me like armor I sired to be ee but when I tried to reach the door ont of me, the chas pulled me down onto my kneI n feel people on the outsi tryg to look Their ey filled wh acceptance and protectn but me were to armored to be vulnerable They stggled to get si and see but I stggled to get out and perceive a new viewA knock rignated om the door, almost as a remr An alarm, that I would snooze bee I was not ready to wake up A lump my throat began to build, filled wh words I would not have the strength to holdEverythg me up ros, and I threw up a garn I uld only lay the flowers and say such relievg words"I am gay" Closeted: VulnerabilyVulnerabilyBeg open meant beg eeBeg ee meant beg vulnerableVulnerabily meant havg cuts all over your body that bleed crimson red whout rtrictn It wasn't pa that I felt om the wounds but liberatn The same door that prsed me for so long beme a new path of life for my futureThe first step outsi this new path exulted the pure adolcent nature that was embedd to my body Lettg out a ep secret so massive relieved weight on my shoulrs that phed me down as I reached for my tt self I uld look at my reflectn and fally regnize the person lookg back at me I was a stranger that I had the pleasure to get to know This is what g out feels like. The Homo Sapiens Agenda.
Simon and Blue go on to the term The Homo Sapiens Agenda. “The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar” by Danez Smh.
“this g-heavy heaven, blsed ground to thk gay & mean the fake id & the bouncer who knewthis need to be need, to belong, to know howa man taste full on vodka & ee of s. “Hey I’m Gay” by Mila Cuda. “I’m gay likealmostlike lipslike the closet is cracked openbut some days I have to walk myself put my bt femme forwardat the job terview, the mega-b statn, my grandpa’s funeralI’m gay likeevery time I ll myself gaythe men my life take upon themselv to saywell what about ben, what was that then?