So I'm gay,
I'm Christian
I'm southern
I'm disowned
My dad told me god would want me to marry a man
But truly why can't he understand?
That I like women
And I like men
And it's not up to him
Who I'm with
He tells me he wants grandkids
He tells me he wants me to marry a man just to have his kids
Like that's all I'm good for
He wants me to birth a kid
I want to adopt
Why the fuck is he deciding, what I should do?
Why the fuck does it matter if I cut my hair
If I don't go to the gym
If I don't look good according to his standards
He wants me to be little miss perfect
And I won't be
Cause I'm gay
But I am no where near Christian
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts In The Three AM
Poetrydon't judge. it's depressing and is going into my book. Edit: it's not going in a book, but it is a way for me to keep my emotions on a page instead of in my head
