My secret

basically this poem is about a very special secret of mine.

My secret

We all have a secret, some bigger than others. You may have even told a few people this secret. Or maybe you have only told your diary, even a letter you wrote but decided to tear it up and now it lays in a trash can. We all have that secret that seems too scary to tell someone. Maybe because you're afraid, or it could just be you’re too nervous. You think that you won’t be accepted because of your secret. You think people will stop liking you because you’re different. Or people may not talk to you once you’ve  told them. Well I have a secret, one that I was born with. One that I can’t change about myself. Well here goes nothing. I’m gay. I’m gay and Im here to stay.

I had my first female crush when I was eight. What was that 2nd grade? We all remember our first crush…let’s just say I was a bit confused when mine was the same gender as me. I remember asking myself,  am I normal? I didn’t accept that I was different till the 6th grade. My first love was a girl, who I will not be mentioning the name of, thank you very much. Now I know some may be confused, sure I’ve had some lousy boy crushes in elementary school,  but I was confused. I didn’t know who I was. Well now I’ve finally decided to accept it. I didn’t know how else to come out. So this is it. Hey world, it’s yo gurl. I’m gay. This is me. I know that at school I will no longer be Adele, I’ll be that one gay girl. Honestly, I know a lot of people at school may not accept me. Heck, I may even lose some of my friends to this. A lot of people wanted me to wait to post this until after school. When I don’t have to see these people I grew up with anymore. But it’s tough, not being able to be who you are, having these people saying no homo around me when I’m the biggest piece of homo there is in the eighth grade. I guess the point of this, of me coming out before school ends, is to finally be me in the last year of school. To be who I want without having to hide it anymore. So ask all the questions you want. Judge me all you want. Talk bad about me behind my back all you want. I’m not changing just because you don’t like who I am. I’m a gay chicana warrior. I know I often care about what people say about me. But not this time. Because for once I’ve learned to love me. For who I am. And that takes a lot, especially coming from me. So yeah. I’m Adelita Ozuna a gay, loud, chicana, who has finally learned to love herself. Nice to meet you

       - Adelita Ozuna

Author's Note

If you don't like or support the lgbt community I don't suggest reading this.