These are personal stories from members of our LGBT+ Network to support Virtual Pride.
So many words to spill
And memories to still
But underneath inside myself I’m “me”
Once hurt inside, hiding, let no-one see
“four eyes, “school bag”, “loner” so many names …..
Laughing, sneering, the butt of all their games
Word to spill
Memories to still.
Back then, at school, buried in learning more
Teflon coating — protect my inner core
Reading, poetry, sanctuary mine
One theme, ten minutes to make it all rhyme
Shakespearean sonnets time after time
Iambic pentameter, rhythm entwined.
At times I pray that my ears would unhear
To blank-out the name calling of yesteryear.
And through it all at two score years and eight
Accepting, embracing. Love. Difference.
Making peace with myself, just a bit late.
Fervent hoping that others too see sense.
Judgement suspended. Love you for yourself
Respect never-ending one world and voice
Sex, gender, age, ethnicity our wealth
Fairness, equality are the only choice.
The world around me turns but I remain.
I stop, I watch the birds, the bees and rain
I’ve changed, grown but inside I’m still the same
Combining two worlds, squished in one refrain.
Farewell judgement girl, no more bitter pill.
So many words I spill, my memories now still.
A poem by Jo MacDonald, Health & Justice Inspector PMS.