Coming out

When I was younger

I hadn't a clue

That father would hit me if he knew

 

He said it was wrong

He said it was sick

And while he was at it he called me a bitch

 

He stormed out of the house

Just like that

Shooting the finger and swigging a beer

 

Sent away to go to church

My father hoped and prayed it'd work

Aching for approval I said it did

 

Every day I felt this dread

Hoping I could just be dead

Why did father hate me so,

 

When love was all I wanted to know?

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