How Can You?
If I slit my wrists
Or I slit my throat
Would you even care?
You tell me you love me
You tell me you care
You call me your daughter
But you treat me like shit
Why?
Because I’m gay?
Because I’m in love with a woman?
You speak of gods love…
Why don’t you show it?
You cast me aside
Tell me how I’m living in sin
How I’m living wrong
How I should know better
When all I am doing
Is being me
Is being true to myself
Why can’t you accept that?
Why can’t you love me for me?
Why must you hate the person I am?
I see the shame in your eyes
I see the disappointment
The disgust
You act one way at one moment
And then turn on me in the next
How can you tell me you love me…
When you’re condemning me to hell
If god is love
And what I am doing is loving someone
Even if they’re the same sex
How can I be in sin?
How can I be condemned?
How can being true to myself a sin?
How can you tell me you love me…
When you treat me this way?
Is this your twisted version of love?
Love just the parts of me that you think are right
And hate everything else?
You raised me
And yet you still hate who I am
Who I choose to be
Who am I hurting…
By being me
It hurts
Knowing I can never introduce you
To the woman I love
The woman that makes me happy
The woman I want to marry
And want to have a family with
It’s sad
Knowing that you will never meet my kids
That I can never tell my kids...
“Lets go visit grandma”
How I have to miss all the holidays
Because I wont leave my wife behind
Because I can’t be me
Around my family
It hurts
Knowing the people that raised me
The people that are supposed to love me
No matter what
Will miss out on the important parts of my life
Because of hate
Because of discrimination
Because of a lack of understanding
How can you say you love me?
When you make me feel this way
How can you say you care?
When you treat me this way
How can you?
Heather Brooke Martinez
April 6, 2006



