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I remember the speckles on the wall quite clearly.
My eyes
focused on them, the sounds
of bare feet striking the tile
and high-pitched
voices.
I trace triangles in the cracks,
slide my knee pads on.
(I need
the
protection.)
I cannot look up.
The second I turn away from this corner,
My eyes become a boy's eyes.
Is
something
wrong
with
me?
All I can see
is the curve
of her shoulders
and her long
legs
in her spandex.
Do the others have this problem?
No.
I see empty girl's eyes when I look at them.
Wish I had those
empty
simple
cheerful girl's eyes.
I hide in the corner, and they ask me
why I am so quiet,
I cannot answer,
I am speechless at the
long
dark
hair that tumbles
over her
neck
and chest
and brushes her ribs.
I want to play the game, too.
Just like them.
But I can't.
I can't, unless I rip
these boy's eyes
out from beneath
my girl's eyelashes.
I lose myself in running
and leaping
and striking the ball with the anger and the fear
that these boy's eyes
might be noticed
and I will be an exile.
I slip into my uniform day after day
and stare at the wall
and wait until the locker room
is empty until I turn around
and pick up my things
and brush tears out of my boy's eyes
as I walk away from the wondering.
My eyes
focused on them, the sounds
of bare feet striking the tile
and high-pitched
voices.
I trace triangles in the cracks,
slide my knee pads on.
(I need
the
protection.)
I cannot look up.
The second I turn away from this corner,
My eyes become a boy's eyes.
Is
something
wrong
with
me?
All I can see
is the curve
of her shoulders
and her long
legs
in her spandex.
Do the others have this problem?
No.
I see empty girl's eyes when I look at them.
Wish I had those
empty
simple
cheerful girl's eyes.
I hide in the corner, and they ask me
why I am so quiet,
I cannot answer,
I am speechless at the
long
dark
hair that tumbles
over her
neck
and chest
and brushes her ribs.
I want to play the game, too.
Just like them.
But I can't.
I can't, unless I rip
these boy's eyes
out from beneath
my girl's eyelashes.
I lose myself in running
and leaping
and striking the ball with the anger and the fear
that these boy's eyes
might be noticed
and I will be an exile.
I slip into my uniform day after day
and stare at the wall
and wait until the locker room
is empty until I turn around
and pick up my things
and brush tears out of my boy's eyes
as I walk away from the wondering.
Literature
15 rainbow
rainbow bracelets
decorate her arm
hiding the scars
from years of self harm
clad in rainbow
from head to toe
he's not afraid
to let them know
we smile and march
with our rainbow pride
fighting for those
who still have to hide
Literature
Open you eyes
Do you remember the picnic in the park?
We were laying on the grass,
My head rested on your stomach,
And you had your arm across my chest.
In your embrace time stood still. In those moments
we were the only 2 in the world.
As the gentle summer breeze brushed lightly against our skin, we watched the sunset.
It was beautiful.
The clouds
.the first time I'd seen so many colours between red and yellow.
I remember saying "I dream of touching the clouds
but only with you by my side".
You smiled to me and whispered in my ear "Stand up and you won't have to dream."
We rose to our feet and you held me close.
"Close your eye
Literature
My Nightmare
I woke in the middle of the night
one hazy day not too long ago
I rolled tiredly off my bed
and glanced over my shoulder
at my girlfriend who was sleeping soundly next to me
I walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway
until I saw something out of the corner of my eye
I turned to face a stranger standing there
right in front of me
my eyes met theirs
but instead of fear
I was filled with sorrow and anguish
for a moment we both stood there
frozen
studying each other
from what we were wearing
and each others scars and bruises
to reaching down into each others soul
and seeing the torment we both shared
I saw their struggle
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I always felt like this back in Middleschool when nobody knew about me and I always tried not to look. And how they looked at me as I looked at them. And I thought exact these things.
And after everybody knew, they were trying to cover up for a while. But now in Highschool, they don't quite care- but I still look at the wall- because I am still scared.
I really love what you wrote there. This is so perfect. I already found it longer time ago and it already moved me back then. And I just read it again today- and it moved me even more. Thank you for this wonderful piece.
And after everybody knew, they were trying to cover up for a while. But now in Highschool, they don't quite care- but I still look at the wall- because I am still scared.
I really love what you wrote there. This is so perfect. I already found it longer time ago and it already moved me back then. And I just read it again today- and it moved me even more. Thank you for this wonderful piece.