Handle With Care (Poetry)

Dear Mommy

Dear Mommy

I wish you could be proud of me

But I'm not even your son

You disowned me from the truth

that you're determined to outrun

You can't even look at me anymore

what are you so afraid to see?

The son that you can't accept

Or the son that I'll never be?

Because I know about your plans

The all American life

Two kids, a dog, the white picket fence

with a beautiful at home wife

But I'm never going to live that dream

That you carved so furiously in stone

And this house, who's threshold you rule upon

Will never be called 'home'

With Bible books as midnight snacks

And God as the judge for our mistakes

When you fail to see the struggle

I go through with every breath that I take

This isn't a home just a simple house

That we tried to fill with memories

Smiling faces cheerful laughter

That will never remedy

The fact that you don't love me

That I am forever the "exception"

To your otherwise happy family

But trust me, I tried,

every Goddamn day

I prayed to the Lord of our Holy church

That everything would be okay

But instead you discarded me

Into the frozen wasteland of your heart

You promised to love me always

But you just left me to fall apart

All because of two simple words

I happened to trust you to recieve

But accepting me and what I am

Is an idea you can't convieve

Because I am unnatural, a freak

and no longer am I your son

You severed our relationship

I tried to fix, but it's done

You got what you asked for

Your all American Dream

Two kids, a dog, and the white picket fence

Minus one homosexual teen

Sincerely

Your son.