Mamma, I'm Still Bi
Mamma
I know you don't want me to be
But I'm bi
That is exactly what I told you
While we making dinner
You paused and laughed
Baby, you can't be bi
That man down the street
Be with him
You'll be straight
I'm not sure how someone else's sexuality impacts me
Just because he stares at my swagger
While letting sweet nothings
Evaporate into hopeful thoughts about how I might let him
hold my hand
or go home with him
His handsome existence and his succulent stares
don't mean I'm not thinking of the woman up the street
and how she feels beneath my skin
Mamma,
I'm still bi
That girl Taylor
I introduced her to you
Remember how the snow fell on her black hair
It made it look like there were crystals slowly melting
Then dripping down her back
We were in a rush
You wanted to get to that hockey game
But I wanted to scream
This is my girlfriend and I love her
But I introduced her as a friend
Taylor deserved better than that
She understood
You didn't know
I cried when I told Taylor that I couldn't tell you
I was afraid you wouldn't understand
That your faith would deny you the freedom
To accept that God made me this way
That like me,
You would wish I was straight
Sometimes I still wish I was
Mamma,
I'm still fucking bi
and I know what you think
You've said it before
I'm too
Smart
Pretty
Mellow
Kind
to be bi
Just because I am bi
Doesn't mean I no longer am me
My sexuality
Doesn't eliminate my college degree
The skirt slinking down my thigh
Isn't signaling men
My patience isn't a God given gift for men
But right now it is a God given gift for everyone
Who says I need to change
My heart isn't built just for gender
That's just who I am
Being bi does not change the good parts about me
Mamma,
I'm bi
It is part of who I am
It doesn't change me
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