I stole my brother's bike
to meet a girl that I liked.
While he fought me often, nearly homicidal
he never mentioned the missing bicycle.

Back when I had my long hair
and I didn't really care.
I stole his bike and rode it far.
Just to see a redheaded girl who thought I was bizarre.

Behind my parents back
nearly having a heart attack .
If they had known
how far id gone.

To see this girl who they never met.
Both hiding what we know
holding hands when we're alone
the long red hair atop her pretty face.

I rode that old bike
taken from an older brother.
Unspoken support between one another
because I was a girl loving another.
Written by JetNikolai (Jet Nikolai)
Author's Note
I am lgbt and have a distinct memory from when I was in elementary. My family was pretty religious at that point so I never told them when I had a crush on a girl due to worry of them being homophobic too. But my older brother who id always fight with had this unspoken understanding of what was going on and always gave me his silent support. He has always been the first person I told when coming out. First when in elementary as a lesbian then in middle school as trans. I'm so thankful that he never gave me shit for stealing his bike that day.

Now we're both grown men and I still steal his bike.
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