Being A Lesbian In High School
“Faggot.”
“Lesbo.”
I am scared of these hallways.
These white walls haunt me and I dread entering them.
Let me loose.
Gay rights?
They don’t exist here.
“Welcome to Hell” the sign should say.
“Maybe you won’t get called a homo today!”
My girlfriend and I want to run away.
The words keep coming and my heart is still racing.
Run faster, run.
Oh no. Here they come.
Run.
Run.
Run.
This poem is about:
Me
My community