a Poem by Raquel Swann
When I was young you helped me grow.
There were things you didn’t know.
I was ashamed to tell you so.
Mom, will you accept me for who I am?
There were hurtful things you had to say
When you found out my brother was gay
I can’t imagine this will be okay
Dad, will you accept me for who I am?
You were shocked when I showed you me
Dressed up like a lady for you to see
You said I gave you anxiety
Wife, will you accept me for who I am?
I was there in that room
When all four of you came out of the womb
We played ball or watched a cartoon
Children, will you accept me for who I am?
As I step into the light and out of my shell
I’ll look in the mirror and see Raquel
Maybe I’ll finally be happy, out of this hell
Will I accept me for who I am?