(source: http://allpoetry.com/poem/7354667-The_Pink_Elephant-by-teamblake)
It was the pink elephant Just standing in the middle of the living room Waiting to get noticed Hoping to one day be the topic of conversation
Some days I swear it had polka dots Other days It just blended into the background of the kitchen walls
We all knew it was there But didn’t know how to approach it So we tiptoed around Hoping not to disturb its slumber
The thought of truth being spoken Ignited flames to my throat Choking me At the sight of honesty’s release
Images of dark blue Ripe purple and a burden of black Reminders Covering my chest and back
A reminder of my differences And keeper of my secrets
It’s the slurs Thick with hate Thrown across class rooms Bouncing off walls like rubber balls high off caffeine
Scars so deep Dignity is nowhere to be found Barbie’s host their non-fat fraps with extra whip Whispering
of sissies and dykes who roam hopelessly With their elephants in tow Their whispers so loud
They course through the shallow halls Kicked up and passed around By the football team And slammed into the shadows
The pink elephant It follows me everywhere
It’s kept on a leash Like the secrets resting on the tip of our tongues
Waiting, waiting to one day
slip free
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