When I came out to my mother as
transgender, she cried. She said she was

worried for my life.

She's right to be but I don't think
that's why tears ran down her face

because unlike race, class or religion my
'decision' is not a reality she shares

with me. It's something she could hope I
never acted on, but now her fleeting

chance to silence me is gone. I am much
too brave for her comfort. (pause) She did what

was expected, she loved and accepted me
for who I was

so why am i not satisfied? (pause) Why am i not
satisfied? (pause) I want an apology

how can a son be holding his mother in
his arms comforting her for the pain he

has suffered and will suffer at her
hands?

I want her to say sorry for forcing me
into a dress, I want her say sorry for

leaving me a mess, I want to make her
feel small. I want her to say sorry

for it all. But instead she cries and I
apologize. I apologize for the pain

I'm causing her. For the girl I've taken
from her. For the lies she will tell her

friends to protect her pride. For the
times I will be so gay she will have to

hide from embarrassment. When I came out
I deserved an apology. When I came out my

mother cried. And I apologized.