The LGBTQ+ Center
I went to the LGBTQ+ youth center for the first time.
For a year
I stared at the website,
wanting nothing more than to go.
When I finally went, on a Wednesday,
I went to the LGBTQ+ youth center for the first time.
For a year
I stared at the website,
wanting nothing more than to go.
When I finally went, on a Wednesday,
I keep wondering if something is wrong with me,
Because I can’t seem to understand.
And I don’t want to be the person that only writes about crushes and drama,
I’m not shallow don’t worry.
Yet here I am,
always carry your keys between your middle and ring finger
never have your wallet visible
don't listen to music in public
everyone's a stranger
you're our child; don't scare us.
I promised you I would always stay,
swore on a bond I thought would never break.
Then came a time everything conflict
but I meant every word, every bit of it.
Resist.
Intransitive verb: to exert force in opposition
I was once asked:
How do I use my creativity?
Connecting with the voices
Talking to them
While eating waffles and drinking coffee
Zoning out every new day
To feel the warmth of the indescribable
"Please take care of my human,"
the old cat whispers to the kitten.
"They are scarred and broken.
Until my return,
take care of my human."
The kitten is listening attentively,
i’m shaking.
i’m in tears.
i’m hugging my pillow so tight i can barely feel my arms,
my heart is pounding in my ears
These are my bones-
Perfectly structured, pristine white.
Here, take my skull, that forever grinning phantom reminder,
And keep it in the gold chest that sits by your fireplace.
in the halls, we lean against the bulletin boards
and whisper of the latest news, last night's breaking, articles snagged
in the moments before leaving for school. lots of adults
think we are too young to understand
All skin
Is made up of the same cells,
All eyes
Reflect the same stars,
All lips
Dance around the same meaning,
And even if they don’t work,
All hearts
Are connected by the same strings;
Catching fireflies
In my palms
Catching snowflakes
On my tongue
Throwing wishes
To the sky
On the wings
Of dandelions
Dreaming
With my head
In the clouds
Begging to stay