Bullshit, Bullshit,
gossip and strife.
Scandal, whispers,
controlling my life.

Backstabs, grumbles,
accusations and stares.
"LESBO!" they scream,
to those that don't care.

Pushes, pokes,
prodding and names.
Calling my daughter,
one of the same.

Hating them, growling,
flexing and glares.
Living my life,
as a lesbian dares.

Emily pays,
oh her sins arent so great.
She shouldnt be subjected,
to prejudice and hate.

A butchie, she is,
and quite proud
I must add.
"LESBO!" they scream,
then she gets mad.

Like mother, like daughter.
I regret that she is.
But I adore her Sweet, Emz,
what a wonderful kid.

Shes 8, damn so young,
just a lil' like me.
I wish to protect her,
instead she does me.

She screams at them,
"SHE IS NOT!" then asks, with a smile.
"Mom, whats a lesbo?"
This, from a child....

So I tell her,
"oh, bubba, don't worry,
it's true.
A 'lesbo' is someone like me,
and like you.

Not a bad thing at all,
girlie, don't cry.
When you get a little older,
you'll understand why."

My daughter, is special,
with specific needs.
Someone to love her,
and kiss her hurt knees.

Someone to hold her,
when she bumps her sweet head.
Someone to talk to,
when her fishy is dead.

Someone to cry to,
'bout the lil girl she likes.
The one with the pigtails,
and "awesome new bike".

Someone to love her,
for just being her,
My daughter, sweet Emily,
(with no lesbian slurs).

Shes 8, my sweet child,
she doesnt understand.
Why she likes girls,
wants to hold their hands.

I let her, be her.
No questions asked.
So she loves Amanda,
who gives a rat's ass?


I love you Emily. No matter what....