The Unspoken Words.

Dear Mama

Dear Mama,

I’m Sorry.

 

Dear Mama,

I’m Pansexual.

I understand you have no clue what to do with me or yourself now

But my words are true.

I get you need help Understanding, Relaxing, Not Changing But Adapting

To me and my sexuality.

 

Dear Mama,

I hope to God you love my children

Just as much as you love my niece.

No More, No Less, No Second Best.

Love them Like you Love the Rest.

Because they may not come from my womb or hers

But it will be mine and It will be yours.

 

Dear Mama,

I hate church.

All that Standing, Sitting, Singing, Listening

Its all so Boring.

And you were okay with me staying home until

I told you.

But no matter how many Church Services, Praise and Worship Rehearsals, Meetings with The Pastor

You take me to

Its not gonna make me straight.

That ship has sailed.

That plane has left the gate.

I have sealed my fate.

 

Dear Mama,

It’s not my new friends that made me this way.

YOU CAN’T MAKE SOMEONE GAY

But you can open their eyes enough for them to accept themselves

Because I knew long ago. I just needed some some help to

As they say “Let It Go”

And I did!

 

Dear Mama,

I never told you but I almost slit my throat.

A girl I was “playing” with told the neighborhood I was lesbian.

They chased me through the streets calling me names.

Bitch, Whore, Dyke, Lesbo

All the way home.

And you were out working. Working to the bone.

And I was all home alone

And I thought by the time you got there I’d be gone.

I’m happy I didn't do it

But that day I wrote the first letter I’d never send

Dear Mama,

I’m Sorry.