I Wish I Could Tell You
I've known for a while now and I'm just so scared. What if you don't accept me as me? The names I wish not to hear might spew from your mouth like poison, slowly killing me on the inside. I wish I could just walk up, put my hand over yours, and tell you. You are my Mother. You carried me for 9 long months, birthed me, and you have cared for me the past 15 years. You nag me about grandchildren, which I won't be able to give you. Will you love me as me, or will you lose the connections to your 15 year old daughter? Will you send me away to live with Grandma, or will you accept me?
A lesbian is what I am Mom, can't you see that?