Ode to my non-affirming mother There is nothing worse than a mother's scorn 'Tis true as every argument seems like a jagged thorn I sit and weep ever often a morn. Every time she says that your “lifestyle is a choice”, I feel like I'm losing my own voice. By being closeted I was living a lie, why dare to dream if all you can do is run and hide? In the Bible, my mom says there is truth. She's right, but that doesn't mean I was born to be aloof. Jesus loved the pimps, money changers, and the prostitutes too. What makes them any less worthy than me and you? You see we were all created and God's image and glory; This means that to each their own and to each their own story. See the media wants us to look the same in the screen pictured.... But God made us all unique, whether gay, lesbian, bi, or transgendered.
I did not present it to her. It was simply a way of expressing my feelings. When I get inspired, I pull up Word and just write.
