I told my family the other day.
I will present my self in my normal way.
I will not primp my hair or put shadow on my eyes.
Or pick what I wear just for guys.
I told them this, they were surprised.
The look of shock was in their eyes.
But they were happy none the less.
Because I made a choice that I thought was best.
I went on to say, later that day.
I would treat the other in my life the same way.
I don't expect him to change who he happened to be.
If he wanted to get with me.
I did then resent,
that my family would not relent
on mocking me for what I said.
They say that things may change from what first starts in your head.
That I would start with not caring what their shape or size,
then not care about them bathing or if they had crust in their eyes.
That was not what I meant, and they knew that quite well.
I will love them as they are but I want them to respect themselves.
Love knows no color, gender, shape, or size.
So to me you will be perfect in my eyes.