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.
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