I cried the night
I told my parents.
Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way?
With them weeping
And me
Holding strong to my convictions
My identity
But I cried instead.
Not from guilt,
I’m not ashamed of who I am.
From relief and release
And because with those few words
I’d torn their world asunder,
Thrashed and slashed
Their thousand and one dreams
For my perfect life
They’d never see me on the arm
Of a strong and handsome man
Nor would I bear
Their smiling grandchildren
I cried
Because they feared for me
Throwing myself
To the less than tender mercy of society
My tears fell in place of theirs
Because I knew
They would cry later.
And because
They would love me just the same.
A contest entry
- Closets Are For Clothes by JustAnotherIdoit.
450 points, ended August 23, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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oh wow, this is heartbreaking. fortunately coming out for me was never this hard, because i am bi & so is my mother. but i'm sorry coming out had to be such a terrifying experience for you.
this was well written, well expressed, & so many like us can relate i'm sure.
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oh wow, this is heartbreaking. fortunately coming out for me was never this hard, because i am bi & so is my mother. but i'm sorry coming out had to be such a terrifying experience for you.
this was well written, well expressed, & so many like us can relate i'm sure.
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This is gorgeous ♥
I'm left speechless
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Bravo! Doesn't it feel wonderful to have that horrible weight off of your chest and know you are still loved?
Yes, we parents have our own worries......because we love you
Deb
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thank you for your entry. thats all i can say. im speechless.
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Sad
A truly beautiful poem that I have no words for except thank you for sharing.
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