What Are You To
Do Parent
The
pain of giving birth
your one and only first
probably your last born child
wishing you had paid attention when she
got wild
or csrefully searched his room, he loved
the
mirror
but what do you think you would have done
first you screamed out lovingly "my son,
my son"!
now you disown him, believing he is an
outkast
and sinner
how about sitting her down when she
became a loner
daydreaming within her little boarder
now she's older and openly boalder
What do
you think you would have done
now that
you know, its too late
still
believe there is a way out? a parent with
great
faith
if genes
could be interchanged
would you
have taken your neighbours daughter's
now that
you are standing by his coffin
regretting your
rage
simply
killing your own son out of anger and rage?
you beat
her up, but did it change anything? her
father?
now that
we are facing reality
what are
you going to do now
your son
is gay and your daughter is lesbian
you cant
forever feel hurt and frown
will
locking up your child help, bring back
brilliance
so you
believe, but what will you do as you read
this
poem
I see you
are thinking of Gomorrah and Soddom
good
thought, so whats next, more thought and
stress?
what are
you to do as a parent, accept
now that you have homosexuality in your home, right & left
Imagine
yourself in your daughter or son's
shoes
having tried all to change, so you think
they
choose?
how long did you expect it to remain
hidden
an embarrasement to the family practising
whats
forbidden
What
are yout to do as a parent
reminising all that pain of birth
you simply cant deny that which is
valuable and
first
your own child, whom you love, love and
raised
what are you going to do, remain amazed?
over a weird poem full of question marks
or over the reality of homosexuality
exposed from
the
dark
thats your flesh and blood, what are you
going to
do?
Author: Rachel
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