Terrified of Being Outed
I did not know I was worthwhile when I was a child
I thought I was pretty, but that got bashed out of me
I knew I was bad; the belt proved that, right?
An artist? A poet? A cartoonist? A writer? An illustrator?
I was not told any of this; instead I thought I was dumb and weird.
We were told this, my sister and I, so we “would not get big heads.”
No worries there. We were terrified others would discover our secret.
Feared being found out, and outed, made fun of by the others.
It was bad enough we were fools in our own home.
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