Beginning of May
It started in the beginning of May
When I first heard my mother say,
That my father would move away
To live in a different house someday.
From then until now I hope and pray
That people won’t see my dad in a different way
Due to his choice in being proudly gay,
Because I still love him everyday.
Since when did it become an insult to convey
Such a spiteful word that kids say today.
I hope those nasty comments quickly stray;
For what cruel and self-centered people are they.
It seems that this world is a divided highway,
With some that encourage people to “slay,”
And others as homophobes that they might portray;
In which these negative ideals must not stay.
It caused my family great dismay,
And little did I know I’d be crying that day.
As there was not a single cloud that was gray,
Because it was just the beginning of May.