F R Wills
Authentically Frankie: - Poem by F R Wills
An obsession with Barbie dolls and with cutting their hair;
Not with Ken nor with Bratz Boys, although there.
I feigned that I just
Had a gender imbalance amongst my toys.
I did not; I just didn't fancy boys.
The Lingerie section at Primark
And watching period dramas.
My eye irresistibly drawn
To the female form alone.
My mother warned me-
That this would be
A lonely life.
I hadn't understood what she meant then
My friends seemed to be an abundance of queerness.
But now I know that we are the minority
And yes, that breeds insecurity.
But being able to say those two words
And for it not to be a rumour whispered about anymore
Felt so freeing that I'd take any askance looks and
Slam the closet door. Behind me.
We've come leaps and bounds since
‘Dyke' was shouted across hallways
Or ‘Lesbian' was a dirty word
But ‘that's so gay' is not far enough away
To forget that we all said it.
But my mother chastised me.
Defended me before I truly knew
That I was also offending me.
Five years later and I'm out and proud-
A member of the community
And I've never been more happy
Or more authentically- me.
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