P R I D E

"Oh no, it's time for the gays and the queers to come out and celebrate, you better not do that,"

Said mother

I looked at her

She looked at me

"If your gay, I won't come to the wedding Jamaria,"

Mother said

I looked away

This is my coming out story

Saturday, playing with my younger cousin in my room next door

"Jamaria!" Mother yells coming in the room

I look at my cousin and she motions that she'll leave

"I'll be back" She said

I nod and look at my mother

My sisters were there

She sat me down and looked at me

A look of disappointment ok her face and it was shared by one of my sisters

I looked at the sister I told and glared she looked away

"You're talking to a girl, saying that you love her, she's brainwashing you Jamaria, you're going to go to hell"

Mother said

I teared up

She showed me the Bible, the story, everything

I looked at them

"I just want you to love me for me," I said in tears

They said that they will but they won't be at my wedding

I nodded back then and they left

When my cousin came back in, who knew I was gay

She hugged me tightly and let me cry into her shoulder

Present day

"18, that's when you can make your decision,"

Both mother and father agreed

I nodded my head

So at the age of 18 I get to be gay

I get to be the person I knew in the mirror since eighth grade

I get to be me

I came out to my girlfriend first

Then my friends

I made a support group before telling my family

Before telling the sister I trusted

Or thought I could

No matter your sexuality

I love you

People love you

Find people that love you

No matter what

I know this is more story style but to me a poem
Is a story just with less words. Happy pride month to everyone and please stay safe, and be you.