Wondering
They say I’m mixed-up.
Who did it?
My mother – my father?
Who did it?
My role is confusing,
it seems men I’m choosing.
What can I say,
I ’m gay!
My father was cold.
He did it!
Away – too much work.
He did it!
No male identification,
no paternal obligation.
Don’t get too near,
I ’m queer!
My mother was protective.
She did it!
Too bored – too binding.
She did it!
Emotions weren’t growing,
mentality just showing.
Give me a tag,
I’m a fag!
My interests are tender.
That did it!
My art – my music?
That did it!
These pursuits are taboo,
which could be a clue
Just as you feared,
I’m weird!
Someday they will know
what did it.
My genes – the environment?
What did it!
We seek liberation
from unjust discrimination.
See, it’s too late
to be straight!