Points of View

Confessions

You ask me a question to which the answer you already know

My question,

Do you really want to know?

In reality you don't care

Why build myself up if,

In the end,

You're only going to tear me down?

You say

Son, this isn't what God made you

My rebuttal

This is exactly how he made me

You said it yourself

He doesn't make mistakes.

I would have told you earlier

But I didn't want to lose your warm embrace

But to answer your question

Yes mom

Dad

I'm gay.

You cry

What happened to my little boy

I'm still your little boy

it's just that instead of a girl

I'll bring home another little boy

What's the difference?

Love is love

It transcends all boundaries

It knows no race, gender, ethnicity, or creed

At least

That's what you told me...