I want to come home
I want to come home. How can I? My mother should be my "home". My home couldn't shelter me. Couldn't keep me. For whatever reasons, It is still my home. She Is still my mother. And if she truly didn't want me Fine So be it. That'll be my burden to carry To deal and cope with. But I have a right to know. A right to know why I can Or why I can't Come back home. There is no path forward without those answers. How can there be? I have a right to know my home. And it is madness that society finds it okay to deny people like me our authenticity.