My Pride

Today is the day

I have kept it in for so long

I fear reactions to who I am

They do not have knowledge of who we are

Hold my hand as we hit them with the news

A family dinner is the place

we will tell them while they are stuffing their face,

this way they are unable to make quick insults.

Hold my hand darling as we speak,

I am weak in the knees.

Eating a turkey dinner I can’t even taste the food.

Sweat is pouring down my face preparing for abuse.

I stand up she does too. She holds my hand

Everyone looks confused.

Mom, Dad we are gay.

I can smell the hatred putrid as can be,

The screaming has started but all I see is her

All I feel is her.

The abuse crashing in waves has no effect on this rock shore.

We watch as my picture is torn off the wall.

Never come back here ever you QUEERS.

I feel the tears, I taste the salt.

I turn away with her hand in mine,

We walk away, it’s a time for change.

Reviews

[.Em.]

this is a sad story that is a reality put into a well written poem. it would be great if you went in depth with the emotions but maybe keeping it short was you wanted for effect but nonetheless i enjoyed it