celebrating and creating our own LGBTQI+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

Day eighteen

To my childhood self 

Mini-Me was sad and very confused 

I didn’t fit in and so 

was abused 

I wasn’t the same, so I 

wasn’t tolerated 

I was threatened, picked on 

and isolated 

I didn’t want a boyfriend and 

disliked cosmetics 

I didn’t understand so I tried 

apologetics 

School bullying and 

beatings became more frequent 

I had a nervous breakdown 

and needed treatment 

I left school and I 

never returned 

My education suffered, my 

parents were concerned 

They found me a doctor 

who helped with my stress 

He suggested college to 

sort out this mess 

The college kids were nice 

and much more mature 

Whilst there, I found politics 

which helped for sure 

I learned about fighting for 

campaigns and causes 

Such as CND, and Gay 

rights with legal clauses 

As I matured, I was glad to 

be Gay 

Indeed, I can’t imagine my 

life, any other way. 

By Jenny King February, 2024

Comments on: "Day eighteen" (2)

  1. Meg Merrilees's avatar
    Meg Merrilees said:

    Fantastic xx

  2. Janet Jones's avatar
    Janet Jones said:

    Strength 💪✊✌️

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