That One Time in San Francisco
When I realized I was queer
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
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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