The Mother Made Me Queer

You searched for me, year after year.
Search no more, the veil is sheer.
so desperate for the feminine, my darling dear.
You are not alone. The Mother is here.
Take my hand, 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.
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.
Time to take off your protective veneer.

Let me make this perfectly clear,
it was for this purpose, I put you are 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 that made you queer.