Beginning of May

Thu, 12/27/2018 - 16:03 -- maidae3

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.

 

This poem is about: 
My family
Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741