Being a Gay Daughter
Father, I know I bring you shame,
But I just can’t stop myself from speaking her name.
I can’t stop myself from calling her at night,
Checking in, making sure she’s all right.
I know you hate when we hold hands,
How do you expect me to conform to your demands?
Would it be different if it was a boy?
Would you smile and act coy?
Invite him inside,
Instead of making us hide?
I know you don’t like her because she’s a girl,
I know the thought of us together makes you hurl,
But if you would take a moment,
If you let her step into the light,
She might come off as urgent,
But I assure you, when I’m with her, everything feels right.
Please, father, give her a chance
Just a bit of your time,
She will save you the last dance,
She could show you how a diamond shines.
Copyright © Jasmine Ledesma | Year Posted 2014
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