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Unseen Smithereens
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Thursday, 23 November 2006 00:00

A place of warmth and love,
A place of acceptance,
Bestowed upon by birth.

One day, to one’s consternation,
What i never knew…
Acceptance is only acceptance,
When their mould i fit into.

What’s wrong with this?
I don’t understand.
Why’s love not a crime,
only between woman and man?

“She’s beautiful, Mum.
Personality, character and all.
You will like her
As you get to know her more.”

“Abnormal! My child,
You have grieved me so.
Same-sex love is spurious…
Please redeem your soul!

“… For God on high is full of wrath
for people of such kind.
Leave this lifestyle, please my child.
Don’t, by lust, be blind.

“… Your Daddy has cancer…
he’s weaker by the day.
Don’t you care for your father?
Can’t you stop your play?

“… Our relatives will mock us.
My friends, what will they say?
That i’ve failed at parenting,
thus my child is gay!”

A foot into the mould i put…
An awkward shape it is.
Cramped toes, sprained back…
In pain, I clenched my fists.

Family… supposedly…
A place of warmth and love,
A place of acceptance,
Bestowed upon by birth.

Alas, acceptance is acceptance,
When their mould i cramp into.
Would they care my heart smithereens
as long the facade fools?

*Author has chosen to remain anonymous.

Last Updated on Tuesday, 16 February 2010 17:42


# Goddess Gwen 2010-02-02 02:35
Goddess Gwen said,

March 14, 2007 at 3:41 pm

Why choose to be anonymous when you write really well? What you wrote is a reality. There are many out there who can truly relate with what goes on in your mind and what you are going through.

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