Tag: Queer Poetry

Out of the Box #QuoteQuest
I don’t know when I changed. In fact, I think it’s something that keeps happening. An evolution, revolution even. From being small I lived in the box I was given. Polite. Studious. Good christian girl. Enwrapped by the vision of me others created. Mum chose my clothes, Teachers directed my ambitions And preachers inspired me to be free… Only within my box, though. The walls there to keep me safe from evil and sin. I don’t know when the rebellion began. When I peeped over the top edge of my box and saw no hellscape But an escape from expectations.
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