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Some nights when I can't sleep and every cell of my body screams the words I hear myself say are: I'm not gay And I would kiss people from any possible gender and in my light even the moon is queer but still from time to time the thought says: I'm not gay But what I mean is what you mean To some people who used to love me gay means: 'there's something wrong with you you're so broken beyond fixing and by lack of repair the best thing we know is to hate you' And to those people I want to say: I'm not gay. But you are, until you change your definition. #PoetRi written in march 2024. 'I'm not gay' was an echolalia i had for many years, so i would randomly say that sentence several times every day. Shortly after I wrote this poem it shifted, and now my echolalia is 'i'm so gay'.