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“You’re You” – a poem for pride month

How do I say goodbye to the cage

I’ve imprisoned myself in?

Tongue-tied with truths

I’m afraid to speak.

Inadequate words for experiences

I’ve never had.

But feelings so strong

I couldn’t possibly deny them.

But deny them, I do.

What does it mean

If she makes me feel something

Deep?

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Cry the school bullies

Now it’s internet trolls

Telling us who we are.

Disgusting, confused, greedy.

You don’t know what you want!

You’re delusional!

And maybe I am.

Maybe being biracial isn’t special

Enough.

Maybe I want to feel more than I am.

But I don’t even know

Who that person is.

Can I ever truly know?

I’m safe with him. He knows

I’ve told him. He knows.

So when the world shuts doors

His open arms are my world.

“I know who you are.

You’re you.”

It’s Pride Month and I didn’t want the month to end without me saying anything. How could I put into words the injustice people face just because they love someone different to you? Just because they don’t see themselves in the same way you choose to see them? It’s heartbreaking. Any injustice is heartbreaking. Judging someone, hating someone, hurting someone on the basis of something so small and insignificant in the grandness of who they are is just frustrating.

It’s so simple to me: treat everyone with respect and kindness until they give you a real reason not to (and even then, just walk away and don’t let them have power over your life). But no.

I’m part of Pride because I’m proud of being “bisexual”, although I don’t readily tell people this about me. Some people would argue that I’m not, so I don’t create a dialogue where this small part of me can be questioned. I’m me. Who I’m attracted to can and likely will shift and change overtime. And it’s insignificant right now when I’m fully committed to a cisgender man. But my sexual orientation is bi/pan. Some may say I’m questioning or whatever, and this could be true, but I like simplicity and so yeah, I like many people, call that whatever you want!

But when people tell you who they are, listen. Don’t you ever tell them who they are.

I’ve known for a while that I’m not just a straight woman. I’ve been with my partner for 6 years and I’ve never been with a woman. But I know I’m attracted to them. I want to read up on pansexuality and bisexuality in order to better explore and understand that part of myself. But it’s just that, a PART of me. Not some defining factor or something to whisper about. If you’re like me, a bi person who is in a heterosexual relationship, I see you. I feel your pain/confusion/frustration. Maybe one day we’ll all just say, “fuck it, like who you want to like and let’s not make a big deal out of it!” Similarly with gender and biological sex, why are people so angry about other people’s genitals? It has nothing to do with you unless you want to play with them!

And of course my sister is in this community, 100%, lol. And I’ll always be an ally, educating myself as much as I can. I’m currently reading, This Book is Gay by Juno Dawson. Great so far! I’m Supporting LGBTQ+ creators and activists where I can. I believe strongly in education and support. Educate yourself, educate those around you when they say or do problematic things and support those in marginalised communities.

Make life easier for them, not harder, simple.

Keep chasing that rainbow, folks!

If you’re feeling low or lost right now, please reach out to someone trusted or charities who support the LGBTQ+ community. You are not alone. You are worthy. You are loved. You are valid. Always. 🌈

Sincerely,

S. xx

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