Writing Prompt #2
I stopped coming home when dad wouldn’t stop complaining about my sexuality
I often heard him cry about how he couldn’t believe this was his reality
He acted like I was a criminal or something
Like I had a record or something
Mad at the way I am
You should still love me not put me to shame
I just wish you still looked at me as a human
Instead I was this creature that wasn’t godly
I’m me and I’m not ashamed of me or my body
I had the operation because this is who I was meant to be
And if you can’t accept or love me
Then there’s no point in me coming back home
I can’t even call it home
Not anymore
I can’t even call you my dad anymore
Because you can’t accept your little man is your little girl now
Disclaimer: I really didn’t have a sense of direction with this. I just kind of flowed with it but I kinda like what it came out to. Let me know what you think.
