My Mother

Mother i count on you in
Childhood you helped me
Survive but when i
Was small you do not
Gave what i needed
Love and affection you
I handed it to my father
With 9 months of born
You put on the mitts
My hand to hide
My hand.
I stayed several days
When in incubator
I went home i
Slept by day and played
At night and you talked
"this boy will not let me
Sleep "and it hit me you would
My father is fighting with raised
You no matter if you are
Gay, lesbian, transsexual
You should be glad god loves you
Even if people hate you
You can not give up
I have a disability or
So i'll give up everything
Maybe my mother's love
Way i am
I always say we always find
A light at the end of the tunnel
Mother i count on you in
Childhood you helped me
Survive but when i
Was small you do not
Gave what i needed
Love and affection you
I handed it to my father
With 9 months of born