This truth screams so loud
Yet so far has kept quiet
Hiding behind housecoats
And crouched deep in closets.

I know I don’t have to hide
So why do I choose to?

To speak something aloud
Is to make it real
I know this is real
And you know it too
So who is the one
Who wants to keep it silent?

Is it the grandmother,
Who is not used to such ideas?
Or the ones who preach the bible
But waste their time lingering
On this identity that they deny.

Why do people hide?
Who are we hiding from?
Not myself-
Not you-
Not them-
I guess I’m just trying to stay
In a place I know is safe.

I know who I am,
And I am happy.
Despite what you may think,
I wouldn’t change if I could.