Coming Out

Original spoken word poetry about coming out as transgender for the first time. COMING OUT Coming out first time, for me, was torture, But now it happens each, and every, day. It was not, it seems, a one-off gesture. endlessly watching people walk away. Pointing a finger, saying no, no way. Hating and shaking their heads in dismay. These words are now forever on display, To capture my life, going my own way. I will say I do not have the answers, Heaven knows I have so sincerely tried. So, with words I try to paint a canvas, Impasto, leaving nothing left to hide. I do not even know the right question, That people take to broad opposition, I listen hard to every suggestion, Until I find the right definition. I continue with my declaration, With open heart, each fabulous new day. And refine my simple explanation, That I am coming out, say what you may. (c) Jay Rose Ana ► SOCIAL MEDIA • website ➭ https://www.jayroseana.com/ • tiktok ➭ https://www.tiktok.com/@jayroseana • pinterest ➭ https://www.pinterest.co.uk/jayroseana/ • twitter ➭ https://twitter.com/jayroseana/ • reddit ➭ https://www.reddit.com/user/jayroseana/