Choices

This poem is about a choice that a gay son makes.

Choices

The choice is mine

To live or to die

I want to live, but why should I?

“It’s just a phase…”

“No woman would ever love you…”

“You are going to hell…”

It’s never the strangers that hurt you the most.

It’s not the glares that follow you on the street.

No, it is the hatred in a mother’s eyes

That makes her child want to die.