Joseph Tanner

Rookie - 118 Points (29/01/1982 / United Kingdom)

Homophobia From The Inside. - Poem by Joseph Tanner

Hatred from the inside,
From the outside.
Following my peers,
Living in homophobia of myself.
My parents never short of comments,
Sowing seeds of disapproval,
Budding into self hatred.
I repressed the desire to be myself,
Taunting boys in my own image,
A tortured soul,
Torturing souls.
Homophobic from the inside,
Not wanting to be me.
Why couldn't I be normal and love a girl named Susie,
Have 2.4 children and live happily ever after?
Lay at night self harming,
Wishing my desires away.
I detested my desire for cock,
Detested what I had become.
Would I carry the plague that was sent from god to rid us of our sins?
Never being able to give blood ‘cause of the high risk we carry.
I'm one of them that like it up the chute!
I was a boy lost in hatred of what I feared,
Fearing the love of another,
Homophobia from the within!

Comments about Homophobia From The Inside. by Joseph Tanner

  • Bree Morgan (11/6/2013 1:06:00 AM)

    This poem is awesome! I used it in my essay for English class...don't worry, I cited you and everything :) (Report) Reply

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  • (7/1/2009 3:00:00 PM)

    Love this poem and i couldn't agree with this more, use to think like that too, but Homophobia got killed by me, I thik Homophobia like this is dispearing everyday little by little great poem. (Report) Reply

  • (5/23/2006 9:03:00 PM)

    Like I say, people can be cruel and in most cases blind. You shouldn't hate yourself just because you are different. If you like guys you should be happy and admit it. If they don't like it then it's their problem not yours.: -)

    Keep writing,
    from Rissa: -)
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  • (5/16/2006 3:52:00 PM)

    Yes, it's brave. And I think it's an important poem for you to write. Get that stuff said, and out there, so it no longer paralyzes your brain.

    Affterward, however, I want you to write a different kind of poem. This is a 'summa' poem. it is your life and terror seen from about 32000 feet of altitude. It is like your young life in 10 quick slides.

    Now show me a single slide. The subject can still be terror or self-loathing. It can be anything. But the trick is to narrow your lens a whole lot, so you are looking at one moment, one image, one thought - that tells the truth you wish people know.

    Truth is, readers don't care about you, or like you, or want to get to know you. We will never do you muich good - truth. A poem is a kind of intimate entertainment for us.

    We can watch you do a striptease or self-flagellation - this is entertainment of a kind - but better, we would like to know what you know, up close, and true to life.

    I'm straight, but hell, I hate myself most of the time too. No franchise there. But tell me something less ambitious, which is actually more ambitious. Tell me what it's lie to be you in just a single quick scene - and make it something that doesn't just lacerate you and us - but something that makes you love yourself just a bit more.

    Writing is expressing, but it's more than that too. It's about change. You are a different guy at poem's end. So do it. But show us, don't tell us.

    (I guess I just told you, instead of showing, didn't I - I told you we were jerks.)
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  • (5/15/2006 4:53:00 PM)

    a wonderful, raw and brave poem, i love it! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (5/15/2006 4:12:00 PM)

    This is a brave poem, in more senses than one. I'm glad it popped up on the 'new poems' list exactly when it did. Some may not like the rawness, but I did. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 17, 2012

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