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reclaiming queer
queer.
the word feels wrong.
it’s hurled at me with hatred
it hangs in the air
where it can continue to sting me
over and over and
over.
I want to hide from it.
I want to hide from me.
it won’t leave
it lingers in my brain
where I let it dance through my thoughts
over and over and
over.
each time it hurts a little less
until it becomes a welcomed guest.
and the more I think about it
the less I want to hide from me.
something that you could never quite articulate.
something that you could feel but never quite explain.
something different.
something queer.
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