
When I was born it was late fall in 1995, The leaves on the trees morphed Changing colors until they descended from their limbs they called home Nature went to sleep as I began life. When I learned to read I sat on my Grampa’s lap, His plumber’s hands cracked a brittle from work turned the pages of my favorite fairytales. His warm voice wrapped me in worlds I would soon explore Between the bindings When I went to Kindergarten I wore a pink dress and pigtails I was excited to learn about the worlds I had discovered on my Grandfather’s lap. I sat alone at the grey lunch table with my peanut butter and jelly sandwich When I came out as gay I was called “too pretty” and “too girly” But the way my girlfriend’s soft pink lips curl into a smile Makes my heart beat against my ribs so fast. We read sometimes in each other’s arms. The pages flipping and crinkling in her gentle hands. I smiled while being pushed into blue lockers When I got my acceptance letter to MCLA… I cried. Huge tears splashed onto the page With the blue logo at the top I packed five boxes of clothing And stepped onto the road of my dreams