I'm watchin TV with my family at night,
they're laughing at something he said
and I'm here only by flesh
they're repeating what she said
and I'm roaming my subconscious thoughts taking deep steps
I see the images of the TV flashing back and forth
and I'm in a state of distress
where these questions pull me back and forth
like the waves at sea,
I think to the conversation me and my granny had how
we move constantly talk about how
do I not have a girlfriend yet
or do I have a boy
I deny both and she subtly tells me
do not dare date boys and
we've been here before but
she's here to make sure that
I'm really not gay.
They stand when saying let's pray
we sing the same hymn as yesterday
we have no bible today but
my grandmother recites the words and preaches the same thing everyday
but this time she says something she said to me
God makes no mistake
he didn't create you this way
and my siblings pay no attention
but I knew that was meant my way
I sigh and pray anyway
saying the same thing she said,
he made no mistake so he made me this way
but anyway we say Grace
and continue with the show
I say I'm going to bed but really my thoughs run
race tracks and I'm more awake than ever
I take my phone cause I no longer use
pen and paper
write this poem down
and stay listening to the sound
of my heartbeat.
I'm in my head more than I am in the flesh
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