eiram2006

My mom took a trip to Mexico And stopped by a church to attend mass. It was quaint, small and brightly colored, So she went inside. (She is Catholic and I am not.) She knows Spanish, is practically fluent in it. She knew, sitting in her pew, what the priest was saying About those goddamn homosexuals And their sin, And how even the flames of hell Were too good for them. That there would be no tolerance from The Heavenly Father Of their kind. I had just come out to my mom less than a month before "Yes… I like girls." My hands had been shaking and my throat was tight, Like my heart was stuck in it. For a moment I wanted not