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Mama says
I’m beautiful 
I’m smart
I’m loved
If this is true
Then why don’t you like me, mama?
How can you hurt me?
How can you face it with empty apologies?
“You aren’t skinny like those girls on TV”
“That shirt makes you look fat.”
“Why can’t you be normal?!”
But why should it matter, mama?
Why should I care?
Nothing hurts me more 
Than when you look at me 
And tell me that I’ve gained weight
That if I dress like that
no guy is going to like me
That you don’t like me 
Because of who I am
I’m either your joyous religious daughter
Or a confused minuscule apostate
But when I try to plead
You consume my speech with irrationality
Your body responds with
“Have you been taking your medication?”
Almost like I can’t have my own ideas
Without my mental illness speaking for me
Mama, you never speak with your mind
I either am 
Too much or not enough
Too skinny or too fat
Too happy or too sad
Rational or crazy
mama, can you hear me? 
I have a woman’s body
I love who I love
I believe what I believe 
And I will not apologize for that
It’s who I became 
Because of you
So how can you make me feel this overwhelming guilt?
This love, this style, our differences
You’re the one who blessed me with these immaculate properties
So how can you feel so terribly about the person I am?
These questions aren’t out of confusion, ignorance, disrespect, or misunderstanding.
I just wish you’d think with your mind rather your body
To think about these things
These terrible things you say to me
I’ve lived with this for years 
the guilt you forced upon me
But why can’t I feel this hurt without it being about your trauma?
But this is how they trick us, mama
How they keep us silent 
But I refuse to be quiet anymore
I want to love without feeling guilty
Without you seeing me as just another confused queer
I want to be a sexual being
Without you thinking of me as another easy harlot
I want you to see me as more than my sexuality
That you still see me as your daughter
My sexuality does not define who I am, mama
And it’s nobody’s business but mine
I don’t owe you an explanation, mama 
But mama says
I’m beautiful 
I’m smart
I’m loved
But if this is true, mama
I need you to believe me
I need you to have my back
But mama,
Can you hear me?
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