trigger warning: homophobia
Ever since he was a small boy
He remembered the thoughts
Pulsing inside his head and how
He tried to push them away
He remembered his mother’s scolding
The ear-piercing sound of shame
When she found him wearing the satin
Pink dress from his sister’s room
Afterwards playing with dolls
And trying on dresses became a
Private act only to be done in the
Darkness of his sister’s closet
Until one day he came out to pose
In the light shining in front of the mirror
And a smile appeared across his face
When his true-self reflected back at him
Soon his secret was discovered
When his sister caught him
He saw truth shatter in front of his eyes
While she called upon their father
He remembered that night vividly
A fist pounded his face and he heard
The words "queer" and "faggot"
As his mother watched in silence
There was a knowing from that point on
That his life would never be the same
And the only option left was to run
Away from the anger and all of the hate
Francine G. Farina has been writing seriously for 5 years. She has been published in Misfit Magazine, The Caregiver Magazine and has authored two books: Time Book 16 Cataclysm with the late Shawn M. Tomlinson, Old Bones A Collection Of Poetry. She shares her home with 3 adorable rescue cats.
Sarah N. is the founder of Sad Girl Diaries—An Online Literary Magazine. She loves connecting with writers through her Feedback and Critique Club and publishing poems, stories, and essays from both emerging and established writers. Sarah also loves reading, writing, singing, and playing ping pong in her free time.
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