Small Fry

I am straight.
I am a woman.

Before I was born my name was small fry,
my parents refused to find out my gender.
They painted my nursery yellow,
cause their babies gender,
didn't matter.
Small fry was born,
with a black hair,
wide eyes,
The nurse announced, it's a girl.

They then named small fry Rachel Ann,
after the woman in the bible,
and ann after her grandmother.

Rachel Ann grew up,
freshman year in high school,
she met a tall, tan boy,
with a familiar voice.
He told her things,
no one did before.
She gave him something,
he could never give back.
They grew like a tree,
from the roots,
the tree got taller and taller.
Then got knocked down.

Tears streaming down his face,
he had something to say,
but couldn't put his thoughts to words.
Then he looked me in the eyes and said,
I'm gay.

This boy who left his mark on her sheets,
drew their name in the sky,
was gay.
When people heard, they'd say.
You should have known.
He listens to Lady Gaga,
and watches Mama Mia.
But, he didn't know himself.
He found his identity,
through loving me.

Hands gripping the side of the couch,
I wrap my hands around his broad shoulders,
and say, " I still love you anyway."

I am straight,
I am a woman.
I am an ally.