The Mother Made Me Queer
You searched for me, year after year.
Search no longer, the veil is sheer.
You are not alone. The Mother is here.
Take my hand, and let go of your fear.
Dry your eyes. Not one more tear.
Lay down your sorrow. It’s okay to be queer.
Join your sisters and be of good cheer.
Time to take off your protective veneer.
Don’t be afraid to pull them near.
I whispered your secret in their ear,
and they truly don’t mind that you are queer.
You can trust they are being sincere.
Let me make this perfectly clear,
it was for this purpose, I put you here.
You, my daughter, are a pioneer.
You’re blazing a trail and you get to steer
the course you are on. You’ll persevere.
You are breaching a new and wild frontier.
As you tread, don’t forget, my dear,
I am the Mother and I’m always near.
For I am the one who made you queer.