From: eric.hunt@matrix.sbs.com (Eric Hunt) 
Newsgroups: soc.motss
Subject: An Original Poem
Date: 16 Aug 92 13:31:00 GMT
Distribution: world
Organization: The MATRIX BBS - Birmingham, AL - 205-323-2016
Reply-To: eric.hunt@matrix.sbs.com (Eric Hunt) 

This is an excellent original poem written by a net.friend who does not
have access to soc.motss.

Reposted here with permission.

Comments to Glenn can be sent through me.
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                        Will You Still Love Me?

                          We sit at the table,
                            nothing is said.
                       'Cept "pass the potatoes"
                         and "pass the bread."

                      I have something to tell you
                        and it's not very easy.
                         My stomach's a'churn,
                          all icky and queasy.

                         You see, I'm your son
                       the only one you ever had.
                          And I have a secret,
                        I'm told it's very bad.

                           You see, I'm gay,
                          I love men, you see.
                     I don't know how to tell you,
                          but I must be free.

                             It's not easy,
                           living in this box
                         whose walls tighten up
                         with doors and locks.

                        Will you still love me?
                         Knowing that I'm gay?
                        Will you still love me?
                      I want you to have your say.

                          I'm still your son.
                    The one you bounced on your knee
                           I'm still your kid
                             I'm still me.

                           Nothing's changed,
                      except this bit of knowledge
                           that I discovered
                         when I was at college.

                        Will you still love me?
                         Knowing that I'm gay?
                        Will you still love me?
                        Tell me what you'll say.

                        It's nothing you've done
                          to make me this way.
                    I've looked back in retrospect--
                         I've always been gay.

                          I have a boyfriend,
                            his name is Jon.
                      We've been seeing each other
                        four years, off and on.

                        He lives in California,
                             I up in Maine.
                      He wants me to live with him
                   Wants me to fly out on the plane.

                        I can see in your eyes,
                         you're upset with me.
                        Just remember one thing.
                        I'm still plain old me.

                        Will you still love me?
                         Knowing that I'm gay?
                         Will you still love me
                     now that you've had your say?

                          I'm still your son.
                    The one you bounced on your knee
                           I'm still your kid
                             I'm still me.

                        Will you still love me?

                                     -- Glenn E. Sieb, August, 1992
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