When I was born I used to play with dolls
My dad never understood my “issue”
Not like a normal boy who plays with balls
He garbaged my dolls I needed a tissue

Throughout my childhood I heard the word gay
I never understood what that word meant
After I knew, the word ruined my day
I wanted to cry and hide in a tent

I would share this with everyone in class
Please understand why I chose to refuse
They would all act up and act like an ass
Some of my peers would think I am confused

Discussing it with family is hard
Telling my mom, our relationship grew
Once, I prayed to God wishing for a guard
Seeing my father; I just wish he knew