Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
I am not who you want me to be.
I can’t tell you what’s wrong, because you’ll think it’s me.
I used to cry about this every night and now I just accept it.
I won’t be what you want.
You got happy that I “brought a girl to homecoming”.
But I didn’t tell you that I was meeting my boyfriend at the dance.
You wonder why I don’t feel comfortable telling you things.
It’s because for years I’ve dreaded the word faggot slipping out of your mouth.
I’ve already been told I’m going to Hell. I just don’t want to hear it from you.
Love,
Your Faggot Son
This poem is about:
Me
My family