Uncertainty, or, An Examination of the Self

Self-discovery slapped me in the face

At the age of thirteen.

Cornered in the library, the popular girls,

With spittle flying from their perfect lips,

Demanded to know if I was gay.


My rhododendron smile, wilted away.

The doubt creeped in, consuming my facade.

I wanted to shout that I didn’t know.

I still don’t know.

I want to know.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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