Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm not respectful

Icarus's picture

'Kay this is a poem and an entry, but an entry first. First off: AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGHHH!!!!!! I hate this child!!!! She is the Devil's spawn I swear. Maybe I should back up. There's this girl in my gym class who just likes spreading rumors about me. Today, I'm sitting there, minding my own business when she comes bounding up near the end of class and asks in this stupid, perky, (not to mention loud!) high-pitched voice, "Um, do you have a problem with me?" I'm like, "What?" And she goes into this weird, spiel about my sexuality and how she's straight and doesn't want me following her around anymore or staring at her. Then she goes around, literally yelling this to all the classes that were there about how I'm following her around like some stalker. Okay, 1. the only time I've "followed" her is to get some fucking water from the fountain or I happen to be behind her when we're doing laps. 2. I wouldn't even lower myself to look at her, the little whore. 3. I'm respectful no matter what. GOD!!! But, I'm kind of glad because I went into Miz B's class after third, (the class where some of my friends are) and she said one of my friends was really upset about what happened. Also, some people who were there told me that it was in really bad taste what she did. So, I'm glad I at least have friends who are willing to stick up for me. Yay.

Also, I wrote this poem in third to try and calm down about it. Miz B said it was really good, so...

Their eyes burn
my back like the sun.
Peeling my skin away
and desecrating the inside.
Snickers and sneers
yanking at me.
Snide comments like
blasting into my heart.
I duck my head
and pretend I don't
But their once innocent play
has become deadly.
A covert glance.
A hand raises.
A rumor spreads.
Like the plague
killing my soul.
I know I don't mind
but I still hurt.
It hurts that people
don't trust me.
I'm gay.
But I'm respectful.
Unlike some.


Lys's picture

Strange... It's always the le

Strange... It's always the less alluring ones who think gay people are obsessed with them.

the mouse that roared's picture


That sucks that people are being so crappy to you. I'm not really sure what to say to make it stop, but try to shield yourself from their malice as much as you can. It sounds a bit hokey, but maybe an "I'm fabulous" mantra might help during the school hours.

Are you hanging on to something useless just because you think it's beautiful?
--William Zinsser