Day 10

Paper, Pen.

Late night

a head full of hurt

and confusion.

I started writing a poem

about my sexual orientation

and then it dawned on me,

that there is no way to write about

something you don't understand,

especially if you are scared to.

So I ended up

Paper, Pen.

Late night

more like,

early morning

a head full of hurt

and confusion.

Wishing i could draw a picture

in the boxes I was given

instead of having to check one of them,

be given a couple hours to

give a lecture on

love,

society,

and sexuality

that wouldn't have to be broadcast back to my ears first

before i believed in its earnest...,

or damn..

at least

be able

to write a poem