I got told by my father today that my sexuality wasn’t natural and was immoral,
My mother laughed at the idea that it even exists,
I’ve never felt so alone and judged.
Yet they wonder why I am tentative to show them how I feel,
But how am I supposed to act when the walls I called home are filled with wondering eyes,
When I can’t be half the person I am in fear that you will only see me as that and nothing more,
How am I supposed to act when your house no longer feels like home,
Because people like me,
We aren’t welcome here.
Mom and dad
I would go home more of you really understood,
But I can’t.
My friends now don’t understand,
How I can label myself as one way yet say I have never dated someone of the same sex,
That I have never laid my hands on a women,
No they don’t get it.
It’s not that I haven’t considered it or don’t want to,
It’s because I can’t.
Mom and dad,
I want to feel at home again,
But I can’t,
I don’t want to walk in the door with my girlfriend and simply have to call her my friend,
I want to hold her hand and tell you
How she is beautiful,
That she lights up my skies in a way that would make the stars jealous,
That her laugh is more beautiful than the apple blossoms that bloom in spring,
And that in her arms I feel more secure than when I have stood in my own home.
I want to do that,
But I won’t.
I fear the response,
And your ignorance.
No I am not with her because I have been hurt by men!
No this is not some phase I will grow out of!
No she isn’t some experimental toy I have because I am in college!
No she is not just some girl!
She is strong,
She is beautiful,
And she is mine!
She knows more of me than you ever will,
Because she can see past the stigma of a title.
So I am sorry mom and dad,
But there is a chance that another girl or boy or ze will take the place of what you tried to call my home,
Because they don’t make me live in a house of glass,
And they finally succeeded in make me feel less alone.