__________by WANDA
Mama, when I was three I played with dolls.
Mama, when I was thirteen I discovered boys.
You told me that was wrong, so I played with girls.
Mama when I was eighteen I left for school, taking all
your wisdom with me and promising to never break any
of your rules.
Mama, I finished school got that degree but there is something
I never told you about me.
Mama, I’m a lesbian, and telling you this makes me cry, but I just
can't keep living this lie.
Mama, remember my roommate you meet last year? You said
she looked like a dyke, and that just ain't right.
Mama, I was afraid to tell you then, I didn't want your
love for me to ever end. She was not just a friend I knew
in the life, and today I became her wife.
Mama, she told me to write this letter in hopes it will make
me feel better.
Mama, my love for her transcends gender, she is as apart of me
as the sun is in the heavens. Her eyes reaches into my very soul
and comforts me. Her voice so soft and peaceful hears my sorrowful cries
at night, and she cradles me, rocks me and
tells me it’s okay to love. I tried so hard to be the daughter
you wanted me to be, that I stopped loving me.
Mama, you called me up early saying I need to come quick,
I didn't know you were even sick. When I reached your
room I told you will be okay, but you never lived another
day. So many things I wanted to say, but death came and
took you away.
Mama, as I gently lay this letter on your grave, I’m trying to
be brave. It has started to rain now and the rain mixed with
my tears make me feel cleansed, peaceful. As I walk away she is waiting
for me, I see the tears flowing down her face even before I reach her.
She feels my pain and she loves me, but most of all I have learned to
love myself. May you rest in peace my darling mama.
