Prism- A Poem of Pride
In honor of Pride Month
Prism
I heard someone say gay people can’t do math
Now, this can’t be the case
Math has been my ally from the beginning
My parents introduced this idea
To a third grader
That negatives and minus signs are one in the same
Despite being classified under two circumstances,
They both find their way to the same results
Counting their way to the solution
Unable to count the reasons,
I decided I love math
I’m stubborn enough that it’s worked so far
Am I the only one that sees?
Like how minuses and fractions can have double meanings
One plus two equals infinity
Now, it might create three points
But you forget the decimals
How in between one point and another, so many slights can live
Having definable features unlike others
Places to call home
Wait
No
That would mean I identify between two-points
So,
A triangle
Maybe going ahead works
All the way to ninth grade now
Geometry class
The one I remember zoning out in the most
Scribbles and art pieces dancing along with the paper
Triangles were often there
Focus points and trying to find where they are
Angels-
No- angles, carving the way
Showing what expanded and what was a little cute
Three sides of connections
Truly, my placement was between them all
Right?
No
It’s not 2 dimensional
It is much more raw
A starting point
And a dip in interest
Do not match this connection
A childhood might
Going back to kindergarten
I didn’t want to think about math
So for a long time, I didn’t
Zoning out by choice rather than by habit
Those choices landed me at a teacher’s desk
I had to stay inside for recess
Third time in a row,
Going over the basics of shapes
Square, Circle, Cylinder
Figuring out the difference between 2-D and 3-D
I judged them on looks alone
I now understand it’s more complex than that
It’s forming connections that are closer or further away from the starting point
It’s the space between the points-
The feelings between the days
How they can seem to be identical
One on top of the other
Without touching
This is how I identify
Not with a single point of “girl”
Nor with a transformation from one point to another
Nor with a fluid sequence between girl, boy, or nonbinary
It is the identification from the triangle to its extra point
Creating another world of possibilities labeled “demi”
It’s a lack of connection to the other points
I am not racing around faster than the others
Not having anything to worry about with identity
Like a plasma atom
I am not a plasma atom
Nor would I be a gas
Zooming to be in a place with better pressure
A place with proper containment
Another point
I am not a gas atom
I do not flow through this prism
To fit the feeling
I am not a liquid
I am the solidity of the prism
The feeling of every side
Every ounce of volume these four planes have created
An all-consuming term in the most literal sense
Demi-pan
In gender and sexuality
So yeah, I can do math
It’s one of my best allies
Grade: 10th
Zena Lang is a student at North Allegheny Intermediate Highschool. Last year, she was disappointed she could not take the course for her...