To be free

Freedom is a state of mind….

A state I didn't realize was meant for me….

I overcompensated for my sexuality….

I strived for excellence and nothing less….

Filled my fortress with ammunition….

And should I come under attack….

I was ready….

Not emotionally but mentally and physically….

Quick on my feet….

Loose with my tongue….

Strong by force….

But weak inside….

Vulnerable to disappointment….

So I drove myself crazy….

I strived to financially sound and educationally stimulated….

So that my sexuality wouldn't affect their views of me and my mother….

My mother and I worked damn hard to be the people we are….

And guess what she raised me….

To be this strong and intelligent man that I am today….

I write to let go….

I write to let God….

He gave me a gift….

A gift I cherish….

I can express myself…..

This is not possible for many….

But I am my mothers child and I love her so so so so much….

The strongest woman in the world raised the strongest….

Freedom in my mind…. And every stroke of my being….

To be free….