I’m Gay And
I thought maybe I should tell my parents.
then recalled all the pain my once stable,
now outed friends carry (with their crutches);
ruined by homophobic parenthood.
youth who face adults with hellfire speech
and condemnations that turn air to glass,
who tumble apart like a fist full of
confetti, a freshly shattered mirror,
a breeze full of sand, a cough full of spit,
a sky full of rain, solid thunder and
anger and strength and all in labor to
reassemble: some paper, a mirror
a desert, saliva, a Rainbow or cloud.
yet this perseverance makes no parent proud.
By Jackson Brebnor.
from the Urban Word Connect.Politic.Ditto Youth Anthology
