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New Poetry by anon


Getting older is the scariest thing 

 

More scary than anything 

 

But it’s fun it’s light and full of life but it can feel a bit tight.

 

Getting older means more stories some filled with pain with nothing to gain. Some filled with happiness that leaves your tastebuds sweet. 

 

Getting older means more pressure that I’m somehow meant to endure yet makes me cry myself to sleep praying to God I won’t wake up.

 

But getting older means pubs, cigarettes and drinks with friends not being the only one who’s still 17.

 

So now I’m getting older I have a lot to fucking say.

 

Fuck the ones who had no faith that id live, fuck the ones that called me a sin, fuck the ones that showed me what's fake.

 

But thank you. For letting me grow up.



I'm in a pub


I’m in a pub. I’ve never been in a pub but this is what I'd think I’d see if I was.

 

The counters are sticky, from what? The hell would I know. Two boys have turned their heads now I’m scared. I see my friends and a pitcher of some sorts…I thought pubs were cute or like whimsy? So why have I been called a slur. And been told to go back to my country… jokes on you… I was born here ha! They didn’t like that I think it’s time to remember I’m in the white man's land. 

 

10 minutes in this guy’s brought me three drinks to my table is it time to tell them that I’m gay? Shit..shit..shit it’s coming over here is this the normal way it goes? None of my friends have moved.

 

10 minutes later he tried to kiss me. Do you file for harassment? Is this the pub? Cause i swear I’ll just go to the club.

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