This is me – LGBT+ History Month Poem
The tears run down my cheek. Another night I cry myself to sleep. Who am I? Why me? Here I go again. The wetness on my cheek. What is wrong with me? Am I male? Am I female? I really don’t know what to make of me. Wow she is petty. No that’s not right. I shouldn’t think that way. The big book, the man in the sky. They say