I wrote this poem when I was 13 years old and already "out," basically just living life as the me I was born to be. In my English class we were learning about the Harlem Renaissance and our assignment was to write our own version of Langston Hughes' poem 'I, too,' written in 1925. Here is what I made from that assignment.
I, too, sing America.
I am human. Yet, I am different. When the church bells ring, I can't get married. They tell me my love, my love is not real. That it is sinful.
But all that will change. Rainbows appear, they appear after a storm. This storm is hatred. The rainbow will appear. There will be change. And I'll love, I'll marry, and I'll rejoice.