Oh, my child, listen to your old mama. This world, it’s a confusing place sometimes. You know, when one parent, they just don’t get it, about who you love, it’s a hard row to hoe. They got these ideas stuck in their heads, like stubborn mules. They think they know everything. That’s called homophobic, you know? Big word for a big problem. It just means they scared of folks who love different.
Now, you gotta be strong, like an old oak tree. Don’t let ’em get you down. It ain’t easy, I know. They your folks, after all. But you gotta remember who you are. You gotta be true to yourself, like planting good seeds in the garden. That’s the best advice I can give you.
Sometimes, they just don’t understand. They say things, hurtful things. Like weeds choking out the good plants. They might yell, or they might just give you that look. The one that makes you feel smaller than a June bug. They might say it’s wrong, what you feel. But don’t believe that garbage. It’s like sayin’ the sun don’t shine.
You see, them homophobic parents, they scared. They scared of what they don’t know. Like a dog barking at the mailman. It’s just fear talking. They think it’s a choice, like picking out what dress to wear. It ain’t a choice, honey. It’s just who you are, plain and simple. This is one of the most important advice I could give.
Now, if it gets too much, you gotta find someone to talk to. Someone who gets it. Like finding a cool spring on a hot day. Could be a friend, a teacher, or maybe even one of them online groups. Just someone who will listen without judging, like a good neighbor lending an ear. You need support. Like a fence post holdin’ up the wire.
- Talk to them, if you can. Try to explain, but don’t get into a hollerin’ match. Just tell ’em how you feel, like explainin’ why you planted tomatoes instead of beans.
- Don’t let them change you. You are who you are, like a river flowing to the sea. Don’t try to dam it up. It’ll just burst somewhere else.
- Find your people. There’s folks out there who will love you just the way you are. They the good folks.
- Don’t try to be alone. Every people need support, find someone you can trust.
- Be patient. It might take time, like waiting for the crops to grow. They might come around, they might not. But you gotta keep on livin’ your life.
I know it’s tough having a homophobic parent. It’s like having a burr in your sock, always there, always irritating. But you gotta keep walking. Don’t let it stop you from getting where you need to go. You gotta be brave, like a little bird facing a storm.
And remember, honey, you ain’t alone. There’s a whole world of folks out there who understand. They been through it too. They the ones who will lift you up when you’re feeling down, like a good friend helping you carry a heavy load. They’ll remind you that you’re loved, just the way you are. And that’s worth more than all the gold in the world.
You know, when you plant a seed, you gotta give it sunshine and water. You gotta give it good soil. Same with people. You gotta give ’em love and understanding. Even when they being homophobic. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll start to see things different. Like a flower finally blooming after a long winter.
But even if they don’t, you gotta keep on blooming. You gotta shine your light, bright and strong. Like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. That’s the best revenge, honey. Living your best life, being happy, being true to yourself. That’s all any mama could want for her child. So many advice I have, but this one is the most important.
It ain’t gonna be easy, having a homophobic parent. It’s like trying to plow a field with a broken-down tractor. It’s gonna be hard work. But don’t give up. You keep on going. You keep on growing. You keep on loving. And you’ll be alright. You hear me? You’ll be just fine. Just like them sunflowers in my garden, always reaching for the sun.
And one more thing, don’t you ever be ashamed of who you are. You hold your head up high, like you’re wearing a crown. You’re a good kid, a strong kid. And you deserve to be happy. Don’t let nobody, not even your own folks, tell you different. You got this. You strong. You gonna make it. Just remember this old mama’s advice.
