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COMING OUT KISS (POEM)

It was that kiss that did it

Blew away my misconceptions about lads,

About fancying them that is...

About wanting to be their ‘girlfriend’.

 

Tracey was trouble with a capital T.

Tall, tempestuous, a truant and a tease.

She cut a swathe through all the boys,

Discarded them like broken toys.

 

I was twelve, she was sixteen...

And a walking, talking living dream.

I was bored with secondary school,

I preferred dancing and playing the fool.

 

On that day she noticed me,

Said she’d teach me how to be

A femme fatale like she was.

The first lesson was kissing...

 

                   Trudy Howson   LGBT Poet Laureate (2016-19)


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