Please know, Mom and Dad,
I don’t choose to be gay.
If I had my say,
I wouldn’t be this way.
I’d rather be married
wishing I’d carried
a grandchild your way.
But this is me, sadly,
mostly,
rejected from society.
And I frequently cry
about why it is my
destiny, with this lonely
burden I carry.
I have no choice
against the voice
that rules me.
It’s what I am
and the mayhem
I have gone through,
I wouldn’t put a dog through.
