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That One Time in San Francisco

When I realized I was queer

By DeShara DarshellPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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That One Time in San Francisco
Photo by Alexander Jawfox on Unsplash

A clear tequila induced makeout at a dive

bar in San Francisco is how I knew

my teens weren’t wasted

on AOL in bicurious chatrooms

The internet became a home,

too I stayed up for hours

chatting with cinnamon-brown girls

I was never brave enough to like

I pushed desire deep, pretended normalcy

brought Eric white chocolate Hersey Kisses

to middle school & wished Danny would kiss

me during truth or dare in pre-algebra

I mean, I told her to kiss my

stained pink lips if that’s what she wanted,

I don’t care how bad this bar smells

or if she ever calls me again

& she does we twirl together to a song

neither of us knows & the dance floor becomes

ocean blue & I swear for the first time

it’s like I saw God

love poems
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About the Creator

DeShara Darshell

Queer Black poet & teaching artist. Taking a journey with illustration and graphic design. Aspiring cartoon writer and voice actor. Craig of the Creek & Wolf (Kipo & the Age of the Wonderbeasts) STAN!

www.supershardom.com art IG: @supp_shar

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