Homing by Hein Min Tun

To my adoptive Papa---

How dare you say

'I am your father.'

If only you knew the hell in your eyes

and your face possessed by Satan.

How your tongue stabbed me in the back.

I've never been scared by anything

worse than the much later manifestation

of your true colour towards me.

Your face a thundery sky

always smothering me in gloom

after you found out

what I am.

I am just gay. I have done nothing

wrong in human sense.

That gay I am who brought

a photo of graduation to your guest parlour,

when both of your sons didn't care to.

Wasn't he the gay who lived up to your expectations?

I gave you feelings of immense joy and pride

that you'd never experienced before.

But do you know

how I proudly say to people

its my father after all who has brought me this far?

I passed your tests,

and earned a rare honour for you.

But it hurts me at the core to hear

that I have reduced your honour to the dust

by being gay freely.

I have done everything

you wanted me to.

Just let me do one thing

out of my heart

in this fragile life.

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