Back To The Closet

A Poem by PrettyLittleMockingjayWhoWanderedIntoTheTARDIS

A poem I recently wrote.. It talks about my struggle of telling my mother that I am comfortable in what I dress, even if it's a pair of heels and skinny jeans made specifically for women..

I feel pretty

I say as I stare at my reflection in the mirror

Running my hands over my skinny jeans and showing off my boots to my reflection

And witty

I say as I strike a pose, though, knowing I will never be a model in this game I call life

And gay

It's true...

A door opens and I rush to get my boots off

I hide them in my closet

It's where they belong like I once used to

Combat boots

There was an argument between my mother and I

'Those are for girls!'

"So?" was my reply

I did not want to slip into gender normative when it came to how I dressed

I feel comfortable in my cloths

My mother may never understand so back to the closet I go and hide myself away

It's like my home away from home

I should get a doorbell installed and put out a welcome mat seeing as I may be here for a while

I want to come out but as what?

Should I even label myself?

That's another issue for another time

For now, back to the closet

Where I truly feel like I belong...