I should actually be doing geometry homework, but ya know, procrastination and stuff. So I went through my statistics today and was actually kind of surprised. I didn't actually think that many people had read anything from this blog. Of course, most of it is my heterochromia and hetalia posts, but still... Yeah, I really don't have much to talk about. English class today was interesting. We all had to present our slam poems, which was kind of uneventful. I did mine on sexual orientation (I'll include it after this post, I guess) and got asked if I was doing the silence for the LGBT(QP) community thing, which, of course, I am. But with my stage fright and all, it came across pretty weak... then my teacher had us write Shakespearean love letters or something, which went hilariously wrong when Jordan and Andrew went and wrote their's to each other and preformed them. I laughed until I cried. I sense a bromance going on! So yeah, that was pretty much the highlight of my day. And there's this new, somewhat insightful kid in my Creative Writing class. One of my hamsters is washing himself. It's pretty adorable. By the way, I named them Innocence and Ignorance. Ignorance is the one taking a bath and goes by Iggy. My mom thinks they're pretty horrible names for hamsters, but one of my cats is name Cricket, so... Yeah. I think I'm just gonna add the poem here and then do my math...
Slam Poem: More About Rainbows, Less About Disabilities
Love in the world of those who
Can’t, don’t, won’t, or
Like the same, “wrong”, gender
Always bittersweet until you’re
Accepted or rejected or thrown from this world
Torn from your soul and thrown into hell
Because apparently being LGBTQ or P is
A sin
Doesn’t it appeal to you?
I know, you’re
Straight or able to love freely you
Don’t know what it feels like, never knowing
Or knowing you’re not allowed
Slapped, scolded, told “no touchy”
Because he, she, they are straight
This pain may as well
Kill me off for it’s ‘unnecessary’, or ‘wrong’ in the eyes of homophobes
Only if I could
Rid myself of this feeling or have it returned would I be
Satisfied/terrified
Healing takes time and
Energy, god, just
Reject me, eject me from this world of
Loss and hate
Because if this is a disease
It’s a proud disease
And I’d rather not fight it
So eject me from this world of homo hate
Agitate, take your adjectives describing me as
Self-destructing, destroying the wold by encouraging others
Because being around gay people makes you gay
Just like
Being around tall people makes you tall
This ‘hideous’ thing has reared it’s head and is
Eating away at
Rotting away at
My soul
There’s this disease
And it’s called love
And if I die from it
That’s fine because
And if I’m sinning because of it
That’s fine because
I’m pansexual and proud
Somewhat of a coming out story, I guess. My classmates who hadn't know before, know now. I was gonna add something about how it's not a choice, but I already almost had a panic attack from just standing up in front of the class... Also, there are two slam poems I really like. One is Somewhere There Is A Poem by Gina Loring, and To This Day by Shane something-or-other. Koyzec? I dunno, something weird like that.
And there was one kid, Danielle, whose slam poem was worthy of worship.
So yeah... Geometry. Then soccer. Peace out girl scout
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