What do you see me as?
I am well aware that I am
your one and only son, with whom
you are well pleased; but I don’t know
if truth lies behind that statement.
Every relocation, every person
added or removed in our lives,
resulted from your decisions
alone; I was dragged along for the ride,
and I want off.
You might as well
store me away in a box
in the garage or in the basement, I
might as well be one of
your many sentimental possessions
you refuse to let go of just like
your “what ifs” of the past.
All I want is freedom
to be myself, do what I love,
reinvent myself, be the best man
God created me to be on
his terms, find someone to
love and cherish for who they are,
not what I want them to be.
I’m tired of this insecurity!
I want to share God’s love
for me with those who truly need it,
the modern-day lepers who
the Church condemns and refuses
to reach out
to, the QUILTBAGs for instance.
So now I must find liberation from
you, find a place of peace and not
depression, lacking all emotion including
I have found this among a culture of
humanoid animal people, in a universe
dominated by cute, colorful pony people, in a world
where humans can bend the four elements to their will
and are more in-tune with the spirits than we are,
in a galaxy far far away filled with
aliens, humans, rebels, smugglers, and scruffy nerf-herders
– I wish these were my reality instead.
Thanks for teaching me
how to not feel emotion when I should, and
keeping me stuck in my life.
Your Bisexual, dirty Liberal hippie “son”