Don't you dare call my baby that cruel, hateful name
Young and confused
The only crime she has committed is this
Caught up in the heat of the moment
She fell in love
Maybe a little too young
Maybe a little too soon
With a woman more then half her age
That's enough of mess for her and her family without everyone else
butting their noses in
A private, personal matter
Yet here the world is
Closing in to judge my only child
Calling our house at all hours of the night
Threatening great harm to her
If she won't go straight for a man
My co-workers asking me
Where did you go wrong?
What kind of awful mother were you to have risen such a freak?
Aren't you ashamed?
Ever since she came out
Our family has been torn apart
Her father's heart turned bitter and cold
Calling her no blood of his own
I had no choice but to leave him
Filing for a divorce
Confusing my daughter's feelings even more
As I hear her down the hall
Sobbing on the telephone to her lover
Could their love really be so wrong?
Could their love really be to blame?
Don't know what to do
No one that I can turn to
Now that all our friends and family have abandoned us
One by one
Scowling and turning up their noses
Calling me the worse kind of sinner
For even standing by her side
Loving and supporting her
When they say that I should really hate her for bringing such shame to
our family name
Are they right or are they wrong?
Sometimes I must confess
When I lay awake in my bed
If she were the holy one's little girl
What oh what?
What would Jesus do?
2007 Ramona Thompson