Rumors Poem by eve coleman

I heard some rumors
About me yesterday.
They have been proliferated through out the school
Through the things that people say.
How they started? I have no clue.
You’d think people have better things to do
Than to stand around discussing
What may or may not be true.
So far I’ve heard that
I am either transgender or gay
Or both, you know
They don’t mind either way.
As long as I’m still a freak
And still different from them
And still a good object of gossip
Then anything’s alright with them.
Apparently I’m emo and goth
I do drugs and drink beer.
I got expelled from my old school
Which is how I wound up here.
They make me sound so interesting
I’m impressed with their imaginations
But do they know that all their rumors do
Is inviting me to live up to their expectations?