Personal Prison
I live in a personal prison
Four cement walls surround me
As I sit in my own solitary confinement
Though there was no crime committed here
I must stay inside
Because they say I am dangerous
They say I am unpredictable
They say I will ruin lives
They say I am an abomination
For the people I love
Mothers won't let me near their children
Because they fear I will turn them gay
They fear that I will scar them
They fear that they will start to question
Because of course that is every parents worst nightmare
Right
Having a ***** child?
Giving birth to someone who is odd
Different?
Not "Normal"
But what if I don't want to be normal
What if I want to learn things my own way
Certainly there is something worse than being not straight
I could be in this prison for a legitimate reason
But I guess that doesn't matter
Because apparently I ruin things
I remember when her father told me that I ruined his daughter
That I stole her from him
I remember when his father kicked him out
For dating a "fake girl"
Because my anatomy is supposed to define me
My skin is supposed to be my own personal prison
And sometimes, just sometimes I feel like it is.
Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2015
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