Page 7 - self portrait
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it stays on my tongue
it’s allowed behind closed doors
where I practice saying it
over and over and
over.
I’ve never had a word to
describe myself before
but now that I do
I don’t want to hide me anymore.
it becomes part of me
it’s everywhere with me
and I use it
over and over and
over.
for the first time
I refuse to hide.
the word feels right.
queer.
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