Still I remember

I haven't written a poem in a while. I was inspired by my life experiences. For the friends of mine who read this I want you to know I am mentally okay and just wanted to vent about my struggles.

I still remember the ones who removed themselves silently;

Avoiding the void caused by lack of closure.

Silence is accepted because you and I are a minority.

I blamed myself for expressing who I am.

Lesser was my broken heart, because in the eyes of ignorance it was never real.

I stumbled upon shame.

Ashamed of my lack of options and it was my fault.

My virginity was never real.

In comparison to your hardships, my suppression of my sexuality, and desperation for identity was an insignificant issue.

Culturally, the people sanction discrimination, authorized by the bigotry called “religion”.

I am expected to stay silent where my voice drowns and is unheard.

I am now chocking on my thoughts.

I am violated.

My boundaries have been crossed.

However, I have crossed yours, because I make you uncomfortable?

I take away the perceived American dream.

It’s unnatural. It’s Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve she once told me.

My American history teacher once said same sex marriage was not allowed in the United States because people feared bestiality.

According to an old mentor of mine, it was my choice to play the lesbian game.

A pastor once told me I could change.

She doesn’t want you, my mother said.

It all still sticks with me.

I will never forget ignorant comments like these, although some were unintended, still I remember...