Stacey has been facing untold challenges since her gay son came out in their small, southern town. As you read her poem, consider being in her life, dealing with her issues. We all struggle. We all battle stuff no one else sees. We all just want to be loved, and to be free, and to protect our children. Let Stacey’s tender heart speak to yours.
I am a mom
I am a mom of a gay teenager
I have feelings
I am no different than you
When my child is hurt I hurt too
When my child is happy I am elated
I am human
Why can’t you see my child as a human too?
What happened to fearfully and wonderfully made?
Who determines worth? Not you… I am a child of God! So is he.
I am hurt by your words.
They cut deep.
My child is fragile – taunted and harassed and hurt by bullies and those who think he is less than.
It’s my child. My baby.
I am just a Mom.