So, my school is hosting a poetry contest, and I decided to put it on Scratch. My poem is for the Identity category. It’s about me questioning myself, and who I like. Tell me if you like it in the comments. A part of me is afraid to enter it tho, cause I’m still trying to figure out if I’m bi or not, and I don’t think I want to be out to everybody yet. Only you guys and some of my irl friends know that I’m thinking I could be bi. And maybe my ELA teacher because she looked over my shoulder when I started writing it. Not my parents. Not my relatives. Not my classmates. But I hope u all like it.
Who I Am: I’ve been trying to figure this out. Who I like, And why it’s so hard. I had a dream a few months ago That I met a girl. And I liked her. I thought she was cool. About a week ago, While I was waiting to be picked up, A girl called me pretty, And when I turned the other way, My face lit up like the sun, Bright and happy. Am I forcing feelings onto myself? Is this how I’m really feeling? And does it count if the person is fictional? These are questions I asked myself, not being able to find an answer. I thought I might’ve figured it out, When I found out heteroflexible was a thing, I wondered if it was what I was looking for. Or I could be looking for the term bisexual. I know I’m questioning. But then I thought, What if I’m faking it? I’m not though. And I’m not just confused. I’m trying to figure out a part of myself. I’ve written down my thoughts so many times, Trying to learn this part of me. What if I’m not accepted? Not accepted by who? I know my friends, my true friends will be there for me And I know others who are trying to figure themselves out too. We can be there for each other. I know that there’ll be people who will accept me. And if they don’t accept who I am? Who others are? Then they’re just j3rks. I’m not gonna let them get me down. Maybe I’m heteroflexible. Or bi. Or maybe just a straight ally. And I haven’t figured that part of me yet, So I won’t label myself so soon. I have time to figure that out. And that’s not the only part of me I have to focus on. That’s not all I am. But I’m full of pride either way, Whoever I turn out to be. And this is who I am.
