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Mom
I am embarrassed to say things.
I don't like putting myself out there.
I was not raised by kings.
My life naked and bare.
If you see me,
Don't say hi.
Don't act fine.
Be yourself is what my mom says
Well mom, I would.
I would if you stopped pressuring me.
Pressuring me to be like you.
I am embarrassed to share what I like.
No one shares my likes.
I am not one of a kind,
Just lonely.
No one likes the music I listen to,
But that's the music at night
to get me through.
Sorry I'm not enough mom.
Sorry you don't approve of my music.
I'm embarrassed of my weight.
I get I'm not the fittest
I've been trying.
You jumping on back
Will not help.
You siding with my bullies
Will not help
Saying that I did something
To anger them
Is wrong.
I've never done a thing
I'm embarrassed to write.
To pour my feelings into the ink
That splats onto the page.
I don't want a profit
Mom, I don't want a profit.
I'm embarrassed to talk
About me
About my 'friends'
About my community.
You laugh at me
Mock me.
What parent bans their child
From saying gay.
If I want
I'll say it from day to day.
I'm embarrassed to wake up
Will you mock me?
Tell me I have an attitude,
When it is you who has one?
Just stop.
Mom.
Mom,
Remember when I was born?
You said you'd love me forever.
You'd accept my flaws,
And that you'd except me.
But when I came out to you
At the age of 11
You bashed me.
But you'll sit and say,
You accept me,
Because your best friend is gay?
You don't accept me.
Stop acting like you do.
I talk about my dysphoria
And you say,
What would Jesus do?
Stop telling me,
That Jesus loves me.
You as a parent,
Should love me.
Sorry to burst your bubble,
But Jesus is dead.
Start thinking from your heart,
And not your head.
Think from your heart.
Mom.
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