I didn't choose to be gay
The disease just ran through my veins
And I didn't slit it out in time
To just be a normal straight
My hands used to feel so tied
Unable to get free
I felt so restricted to be myself
I compare my sexuality to my body
Because just like my sexuality,
I didn't choose to be fat
Every tear I shed had called a large fry
And every large fry I ate called me gay
And then the gay just made me fat
So maybe if I chose to be straight,
I could choose to be skinny.
But in fact, I cannot choose my sexuality
And I will not fix my weight.
YOU ARE READING
FOG
Poetry"this won't hurt one bit" they said to me as they ripped my heart out. My mind holds a lot of secrets that not a soul knows. These are my secrets.
