In this poem I look I look at the period covering my pre to early teens when I suddenly realised I may be slightly different from who society perceived to be and relate the story of how I navigated my way these challenging times. I’ve the poem Minefield I hope you enjoy the read
Minefield
Knowing myself I knew
I was different to others at school
I didn’t conform to gender rules
but in crueller days
I played the game the traditional way
and went to war with myself
practicing resistance and suppression
of all my natural desires
no matter how hard I tried to pretend
the heart is never a liar
threats of being sent to the bad fire
somehow failed to impress me
as a Church of Scotland child
I felt the pain of eternity
I had no confession to unload my burden
no chance of absolution
just confusion as to why
I didn’t fit the picture
taunts of sissy my everyday reality
from boys at school
it was hard if the barbs came
from someone I liked or had a crush on
but if they were ugly I coped better
boys in home knitted sweaters
were never my type
though to be truthful
intellect mattered more to me than looks
a studious type my head was always in books
so I liked boys who had a willingness to learn
and knew how to keep secrets
my teens were a minefield of celebrities and local heroes
who played football in the park
till the stars were used as floodlights
but I never told any of the ones I liked
in case I got a split lip for my sins
sometimes we accept there are games we can’t win
and I knew the pain of defeat
in the years when if you believe the stories
men were men, women were grateful
and nobody cared about equality
far less respected people’s right to be themselves
times have changed since those days
when my mother who never went to church
insisted we watched songs of praise
and last of the summer wine
where we learned nothing
but hymns we would soon forget
and what life would be like when we’re old
this was the vision I was sold
whilst being told
to be content in the knowledge
that things will never change that much
I only listened to the good bits of her story
my editing skills learned early
as I selected what I thought was worthy advice
preferring to listen to the words
of god and a gran who could show me
socialism in scripture
and teach me how to set it
in a very personal context
as I learned life lessons
and declared a truce with my heart
I admitted my truth to the world
which ended the war with myself
© Gayle Smith 2018