Momma, why can’t you love me?
I’ve been a good girl-
Well, at least I’ve tried
Momma, why can’t I please you?
I’ve done my very best
Well, most of the time.
Momma, why can’t you smile at me?
And tell me how glad you are that I am yours.
Momma, why can’t you hold me?
And rock me until the pain and fear subsides?
Momma, why can’t you tell me I am good enough?
And free me from this prison of self-doubt
Momma, why wouldn’t you protect me?
And heed a six-year old’s pleas to make Him stop?
Momma, why didn’t you believe me?
When you knew about the pain he had caused others?
Momma, why can’t you be glad I am a girl?
I tried so hard to act like a boy, but I could not change my body.
Momma, why didn’t you want to be around me?
Am I really that bad?
Momma, why can’t you love me?
That is all I ask.
By Mindy Hawk. All rights reserved.
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