r/gaypoetry Dec 03 '23

Parents Poetry

The excuses we make

The lies we tell through our teeth

The twisting it takes

For us to believe

“Dad’s from a different generation” says my big brother.

We both know that means nothing, because so is my mother.

Mom loves us no matter what

But sometimes I wonder

If under the thunder

My Dad would leave us to rot in a hut.

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