April 13, 2011
Am I indecisive?
I don't know.
I research a fair bit,
There's a lot I don't know.
I keep saying,
"I'm not a man.. yet,"
In my head; yet:
Is that what I need to be saying?
I get most of the risks;
I get most of the tricks.
I think, as I come out,
The more I'm ready to shout.
I want to say,
"Hey, ladies."
Every day,
I wait to hear, "Die faggot."
Am I sheltered?
I don't know.
Is this town homophobic?
I can't tell; I don't know.
