|Honorable Mention: Best Poem
"Looking at Me"
By Jordan McMurray
|KarMel Scholarship 2012
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|They say sometimes you can fall in love
with just a single look.
But if you are like me
you don’t exactly have that luxury.
For I am gay.
And someone is staring at me.
For straight people is it much easier
to talk to the opposite sex.
But because my romantic partner and I are the same gender
I can’t simply walk up and ask them
for a dance or to buy them a drink.
There are so many reasons I feel bound
from asking them for a night on the town.
I could rightly offend them and get a punch
or a drink thrown at my face.
People are so fanatical about their sexuality
in this rather large city.
I also don’t want to fit the stereotype
that I will ask anyone of my gender who breaths
for a walk down the beach.
But oh, the person across the room is so statuesque.
With coal black hair and icy blue eyes.
Should I go?
Should I take that chance and roll the dice?
The person across the room waves their hand
perhaps they think me as a prospective friend?
But I want to be more, oh so much more.
They are surrounded by plenty of both genders.
I suppose one could be their lover.
I feel my legs jump off the bar stoop.
I walk closer to them, the smile not going from my face.
At the last second my feet take a ninety degree turn.
And I walk from that statue of a person, I practically run.
Perhaps maybe next time will be different; perhaps I will get the nerve
to finally ask someone, the same as me.
For a dance, a kiss, a romance.
But until then I will just keep sipping my drink.
And looking at all the people.
Looking at me.