Oh mother

Oh mother. You can’t be wrong? Your word commands the power of God. Oh mother. The fool you made! The child who sat alone in self made dungeons and caves. Oh mother. How can it be? The child that smiled now lost as lost can be. Oh mother. You can’t run away. You can’t fight against things you had no control over anyway. Oh mother. The need was then. The broken boy’s attempted suicide confessed to you, you turned away. Oh mother. What will the neighbours say? You think that of me? Your child that bleeds. So, what do you say? ‘You’re better off dead than gay’.