I am one of your womb but I Feel As one of a stray... you wouldn't hold meeh when I confessed mom im gay as if you would hold meeh any other time.... the look in your eyes was as if I was infected just hold meeh mom im not a stray I am from ones womb yes I pray one day you will accept but Will I be there with open arms??
I am a disease that's what you said but you must not forget I am from ones womb... you look down on meeh like a strange creature forgetting that I am one of your own.... all I ask of you is to hold meeh I will be that stray as long as you understand the way I behold life in these eyes... you ran out of my arms and never came back so now I look for a womens touch because you wouldn't obtain my touch... I am of ones womb but I feel as a stray with tears falling down feeling like Red covered roses from a broken down garden of love... unanswered questions suicidal thoughts and blood covered razors arms full of scars that I hide a sleeve of pain but no clothing I cut my vein like my dad cut my cord
