GAY
"Mum, he's gay", I look surprised, we only play
with dresses, lip gloss and high heels
I wonder why she says I'm gay, what does it mean
I ponder, and hold my dress up high
And turn and twirl in the mirror, wave
goodbye and smile, and jump and land,
hem of my dress in my hand, and look again
This is me, I am small,
wanting to be tall. "Mum, he is gay"
she says again. "But, what is gay?"
"That doesn't matter sweetie, you stay
exactly the way you are, and dance for me"
And that I do, mum,
watch and see, I dance for you,
I dance for you, I'm wearing skirts,
And I love you.
with dresses, lip gloss and high heels
I wonder why she says I'm gay, what does it mean
I ponder, and hold my dress up high
And turn and twirl in the mirror, wave
goodbye and smile, and jump and land,
hem of my dress in my hand, and look again
This is me, I am small,
wanting to be tall. "Mum, he is gay"
she says again. "But, what is gay?"
"That doesn't matter sweetie, you stay
exactly the way you are, and dance for me"
And that I do, mum,
watch and see, I dance for you,
I dance for you, I'm wearing skirts,
And I love you.
***
Poem by Darren White
Written for a Goodreads prompt
October 2016
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