The clinking of glasses rings in my ear
from the night before,
as the sun is rising
on a new day
The first day of July
Pride has been
washed away
From my skin
Time to hide
Time to only feel
shame
I call my mother now
The rings scream as I already
predicted this outcome
I want to cry, but I can’t
Dad would say boys don’t cry
So I suck it up
Try to be as boy
as I can be
Even though they don’t see me
“Rose I think you’re just confused.”
I’d be confused too
If you had to live
The way I do
I knew she wouldn’t answer
But still I try
Still I hope
She’ll pick up her phone
And tell me it’s okay
It was always okay
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This was very touching. Good luck on the challenge!