Mom, I Am (poetry)

“Mom, I Am” by Mykell Hatcher-McLarin 5/7/14

Call Me Your Son.
Tell me that you’re proud of Your Son.
Your Son
who cringes when you call him “your daughter.”
Your Son
who notices when you avoid using his pronouns.
Your Son
who wishes he didn’t have to be “girl” when you’re angry or excited.
I’m not sure if you know this
but I’ll still be your child regardless.
I’ve always been your child regardless.
Let me be your Son regardless
of what you knew before.
I am Your Son.
Your Son
who walks around his campus always aware of his body.
Your Son
who fights everyday to affirm his own identity.
Your Son
who has to write this poem because maybe that’ll make this hurt less.
One Day you’ll Call Me Your Son.
Even if it’s In My Dreams.
Your Voice will Echo inside Heart Chambers
and I won’t feel like Breaking at the Sound.
I will be Your Son
in Your Eyes.
I am Your Son Already.
So Just…
Please…
Call Me Your Son.
Tell me that you’re proud of Your Son
because I really need to hear that you know.

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