#aroace poem

[aroacepalette]

[morally-grey-ace]

When I was younger,

I told everyone that

I would never fall in love.

Adults all laughed

And smiled knowingly.

“Just wait ‘til you’re older,”

They would say

“You’ll change your tune.”

But I didn’t.

And I won’t.

They don’t laugh anymore

When I say that

I don’t want to get married.

They exchange worried glances

As though there is something wrong with me.

As though I am broken.

But I am not broken.

In fact, I am

Completely whole

All by myself.

[ace-thinks]

I was perusing old documents on my computer and found this poem I wrote around the time I first realized I might be aroace and was in the midst of figuring stuff out.

Idk I think it’s a cool little time capsule of where my head was at (and where it still is sometimes tbh).

Anyways here it is~

[morallygreyace]

Love Poem

You say Love is what makes us human. Love.

Using those words as a weapon against me

To tell me that I am somehow lower, you above

Because I am not the way you think I should be

Absolutely, I say, And I Love so, so much

I Love to explore, to travel the world near and far

I Love to experience, to see, taste, and touch

Most of all I Love people for all that they are

I Love my family, my parents, friends old and new

I Love people I know and those I never have met

And though they drive me insane, I Love my brothers, too

So as you can see, I feel so much Love, and yet

You still see me as broken, wrong, incomplete

Becasue I feel Love different than it ought to be

But Love isn’t black and white; life is seldom so neat

And I am still human, and my love still flows free.

[morallygreyace]

Somedays, it’s a struggle

I wrestle with my own self-doubt

Asking myself if I’m faking it

Should I even ever have come out?

I try to ignore the concerned looks

Ignore the whispers and the stares

I try to tune out the words, Words

Like frigid, freak, and heartless glares

I tell myself, don’t listen, no

But how can I ignore my mother

Saying I just need to open up

And how can I tune out my brother

When he says I shouldn’t have told him

Because MY sexuality

Makes HIM uncomfortable

And now it’s all he can see

But despite it all, all this hate

I refuse to be ashamed

I won’t hide myself away again

My identity has been reclaimed.

[freeverse5]

AroAce

Why is it that all of you speak this word—

Love, love, love?

An echo chamber, I think I’ve escaped it,

Or perhaps, in that prison, I have never been.

Luck or misfortune— aren’t they two sides of the same coin?

Is it a horizontal line I am crossing, sidestepping the jagged cracks,

That are the lines etched on the palm, stories of souls, mates, and love?

Is it a dance that everyone knows, and yet they say they do not?

But participate in it they do, all the same.

In the peripheral, I stand, pondering the trappings of sand and time—

Musings that go, and artistic renderings that have nothing to do with sex.

It’s a concept my mind cannot put a name to.

Complex and vast, beyond my grasp of understanding,

Or perhaps too simple; it is all for them.

And the only comparisons I can draw are of different brands of cereals

And fishes in a pond—

Metaphors and catchphrases that give meaning to this life

That I am living and will always be living.

They regret and weep for me, and I stand bewildered at their strangeness,

Yet I am the one they call just a little odd.

“You’ll get there eventually,” they tell me with their knowing, saccharine smiles,

And rueful nods, pat, pat, pat— little duckling, do not concern yourself with such worries

Soon you will catch up, with all the other birds in the sky,

Even though you were all born in the same year.