A moment of joy
Mom?
After
A stillborn daughter
And two miscarriages
On your previous attempts.
Followed up
By a preemie baby boy
Almost three years later.
Can tell you
My rebirth
As you daughter
Was nowhere near
A joyous occasion
For me.
Do you blame
Yourself
For having
A trans child?
Even though
The literature
Is mixed
On explaining
Transgenderism.
Thus
Took out
Your misguided anger
On me?
Turning your love
Into fear and loathing.
As our relationship
Is a scarred
And scorched battleground.
Like those
One sees
On the evening news
From Syria.
With little hope
Of a resolution
Any time
Soon.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: For those, who don't know, I accidentally "outed" myself, to my mom, on July 1, 2006 (Canada Day), when she showed up, unannounced and unwanted, at my apartment, after I told her, I wanted the long weekend, for myself. Claiming, I sounded depressed and wanted to help me. The reality is, I was, at the end of my 2 weeks, of booked vacation time, and just wanted to relax, before going back to work. Having just got my ears pierced and started to dress more femme, in my off time, from work.What little time, I had.
In the following year, I got information, about local support programs and contact numbers, near my mom's rural home, like PFLAG (Parents and Friends of Lesbians And Gays). Knowing my mom, she never called them, or showed up, for one of their support meetings.Tossed the brochures, into the recycle box, after I left her place,
Before anyone starts calling me, a b*tch, you need to know, my mom told me, over the phone, in a cold and calculating voice:
"Hell will freeze over, and you'll have to crawl on your hands and knees, begging for my forgiveness, before I think about it."
And she wasn't talking about Hell, Michigan, either. Yes, there is a place named that, which surprised me, given how puritanical, some Americans can be.
