my journey through this amazing horrible twisted thing called life began in a crummy household with
incapable parents. i was taken care of very poorly by them until i was taken in along with my brother
by my grandparents. they raised us while my parents continued on with their irresponsible idiotic
behaviors they were slowly drowning in a sea of their own mistakes but that didnt bother me because
i slowly detached myself from them and stopped seeing them as a part of my family. the only
two that were anything close to actual parents were my grandparents. i enjoyed drawing at a younge age
and so i would always ask for art supplies and started hoarding them.
fast foward a few years and im in elementary school in the fourth grade art club thinking im some amazing
artist, A young Vangough. fourth grade was a major year in school for me because its when i started
having serious thoughts about my sexuality. now i was too young to have any concept of what a sexuality was.
i didnt really know there was such a thing as homosexuality if im being honest. all i knew was i was interested
in other boys. and i didnt think much of it until i was in the sixth grade and thats when i started
grasping the possibility that i could be something other than straight. of course i was in denial
as most people are when they think of these things. i was closeted afraid but not alone. i was closeted, to my
family anyways, i had told a few close friends what i was thinking and they were so supportive of me it
really helped me out. my family is christian which of course would make me even more afraid to
come out to them. my entire religion as far as i knew was against a key part of me. let me tell you
having your entire faith tell you your going to be condemed to hell is a hell of a lot more scary than you'd think.
well by the end of seventh grade i was out to my family because of stupid texts and stupid online choices.
did i regret the stupid choices? of course not.
and here i am now typing up poems and memoirs for a language arts class pouring my heart and soul out into
these keys into the computer onto the screen and back out onto paper. im still figuring out who i am im still figuring out what
i want to do with my life and what kind of people i want to be with platonically and romantically. which let me tell you finding someone
i want to be with romantically is a lot harder than youd think. hell i have a crush on a straight boy which complicates everything
and screwed around with my entire freshman year. do i wish my freshman year wasnt so emotionally horrible because of my crush and friends and drama
and all of the events happening around me? of course not! theyre what also made my year fantastic! i havent the slightest clue as to how things
will turn out or who i will meet or whats coming my way but im not afraid im thrilled i cant wait to see
what life has to throw at me. am i afriad of who i am or what i could be like i was in middle school? hell no.
im proud to be me im proud to be part of a minority on the rise. im proud to still be figuring things
out its a lot more exciting that way. and i wouldnt want it any other way. ive lost friends and ive gained friends ive
gone through hellish expierences and overcome hellish experiences. im strong and im cpable.
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About me Poems for English class
PoetryA group of poems I had to write at the end of freshman year for my English class.
