Mother's Opinions

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"Don't you feel beautiful today?"

my mother asks.

Her badgering of my clothing,

the constant scorn she speaks

haunts my mind as I approach my descent. 

"Femininity suits you well,"

my mother reminds me as I 

enter the world 

clothed to mask

any trace of masculinity.

I am told by those around me that

I cannot be anything but straight- 

because I am

"too pretty"

or "too similar, 

to the straight girls that fill the world."

But,

I am not the same as the other girls.

I like the other girls.

I want the other girls.

I crave the love and appreciation

of the other girls.-

I am not the same as the other girls.

 

"Why are you so unhappy?" 

my mother questions.

What she doesn't understand is

her thoughts on my sexuality

plague my mind.

I cannot be comfortable in

my own skin,

my mind,

my own life.

What she doesn't know 

is without her

I stand alone:

against the crowds, questions, and opinions.

But still, 

she doesn't realize

that others

love me,

support me, 

and encourage me,

in ways she

should

but never will.

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