Why I Go To Pride Poem

Why I go to Pride

Pride is to many, just a day of fun
To me it means more, why can't there be sun
Looking at the world, all I see is grey
Clouds bringing the rain, such a nasty day
I want to be there, being full of Pride
Not sitting at home, hid away inside
There are still many, their hearts full of hate
It will get better, hope it's not too late
Some kids growing up, scared to come on out
Parents should accept, not just scream and shout
It is not a choice, not something we choose
Not a lifestyle choice, have too much to lose
Oh why should we hide, why can't we be proud
When I was a kid, it was not allowed
My Dad he would shout, at gays on TV
So I hid away, never could be me
When I was at school, only eleven
I had a big crush, on a boy back then
I also fancied, plenty of girls too
I felt so confused, what was I to do
My head was a mess, didn't understand
What was going on, was nothing I had planned
To add to the mess, when I looked at girls
I wished I was them, with their pretty curls
Not all of the time, sometimes I felt male
But inside my heart, equally female
I had no idea, what was going on
I felt so alone, thought that I was wrong
This could not be right, my mind felt so weak
Was I just crazy, thought I was a freak
When I got older, went out with a boy
Had to be secret, could never feel joy
He had just the same, he could never tell
It could never work, didn't turn out well
These days I now know, it's not only me
Others just the same, at last I feel free
I wear what I want, trousers or a skirt
What does it matter, nobody gets hurt
I am out and proud, why I go to Pride
Never be ashamed, nobody should hide
Dean Thorpe
Gay Pride is a great place to be out and proud

About this poem

A flag for Pansexual Genderfluid Pride

Just one of my many poems, it is not my intention to offend, I am just writing about life in a realistic way. This is based on my own life and experiences. I am NOT pro self harm / cutting, but I do understand that for some people (including myself) its something they need to do. For those who do not know what self harm is, its where people do things to harm themselves, such as cut themselves. To a non self harmer that probably sounds stupid, but I think virtually everybody self harms in some way. 

Please note I'm not saying that those things on that list are all only done as self harm, just that they often are done at least on a sub conscious level for those reasons. In fact anything that a person chooses to do that does any form of harm to them is in my opinion a form of harm. In my case I sometimes feel anger towards myself and to self harm by cutting myself I find takes away those feelings. I never cut myself deeply and always make sure that I use something clean to do the cutting. Make sure that if you self harm that you do the same, better yet don't self harm at all! I really am not at all pro self harm and wish that I did not feel the need to do it myself, but no matter what I do I still self harm sometimes. I do not 'get off' on pain and would never harm anybody else when in 'that kind of mood'


Select a page:
  1. Her notepad poems: Introduction
  2. Her notepad poems: Being free to be me
  3. Her notepad poems: Big metal box
  4. Her notepad poems: Blue lights in the mirror
  5. Her notepad poems: Christmas thoughts
  6. Her notepad poems: Cold and grey in the UK
  7. Her notepad poems: Colours of my life
  8. Her notepad poems: Computers are a pain
  9. Her notepad poems: Concept of happiness
  10. Her notepad poems: Crowds all around me
  11. Her notepad poems: Eh Ju Kay Shon
  12. Her notepad poems: Evil people around us
  13. Her notepad poems: Exploring the woods
  14. Her notepad poems: Feel the pain
  15. Her notepad poems: Feeling alone
  16. Her notepad poems: Fluffy little tails
  17. Her notepad poems: Fluidity / genderfluid
  18. Her notepad poems: Free school parking
  19. Her notepad poems: Frozen moment in time
  20. Her notepad poems: Gay Pride
  21. Her notepad poems: Going to Disneyland Paris
  22. Her notepad poems: Hand beside me
  23. Her notepad poems: I hate you
  24. Her notepad poems: Illusion of life
  25. Her notepad poems: Just another dumb animal
  26. Her notepad poems: Life of a photographer
  27. Her notepad poems: Life of a snowflake
  28. Her notepad poems: Light from another world
  29. Her notepad poems: Lurking in the darkness
  30. Her notepad poems: Maybe I am going mad
  31. Her notepad poems: Mindfulness
  32. Her notepad poems: My first true love
  33. Her notepad poems: Normality
  34. Her notepad poems: Not going mad this Christmas
  35. Her notepad poems: Opening my mind
  36. Her notepad poems: Out there
  37. Her notepad poems: Passion or prayer
  38. Her notepad poems: Perfect man
  39. Her notepad poems: Psyonic dreams
  40. Her notepad poems: Raindrops on the window
  41. Her notepad poems: Red is the colour of blood
  42. Her notepad poems: Roller coaster rider
  43. Her notepad poems: Second by second
  44. Her notepad poems: Side effect of Doctors
  45. Her notepad poems: Storm
  46. Her notepad poems: Strange creatures
  47. Her notepad poems: Stranger beside me
  48. Her notepad poems: Sugar excess
  49. Her notepad poems: Tick and the tock
  50. Her notepad poems: Trapped in the Summer
  51. Her notepad poems: Trust in terror media
  52. Her notepad poems: Watching death poem
  53. Her notepad poems: Westwood House
  54. Her notepad poems: When I grow up
  55. Her notepad poems: When munchies attack
  56. Her notepad poems: Why I go to Pride
  57. Her notepad poems: Why me