How To Write An LGBT Poem

Dear Upa,
                So, sometimes, I write poems. Because I like writing poems. My poems aren't particularly great, but I've been writing poems ever since I was a kid and didn't really stop.
The other day when I was supposed to be studying and was going through tumblr instead, I found some poems about the LGBT(QIAP) Community that gave me goosebumps and was inspired to write my own. I am not a part of the Community, but I don't really think that matters.

"Ma"

“But what will ma say?”, she thinks.

What will she say when I tell her that her little girl sinks 

to her knees when she reaches her place 

where she she sees her face,

she recognises that body, those arms, that nose, 

but when she looks really close

something seems wrong, that she just doesn't belong.

I’ve been brought up in a world that loves to label,

a world that is able

to hate the very idea of what it doesn’t understand,

a land where everyone must fit 

the preconceived notion of “normal”, or quit,

A land where I am forced to call myself a “she”,

A land which can better tell me how to be me,

Where I am forced to use the wrong pronouns when I talk of love,

A land that talks of the God above 

Despite endorsing love but exerting hate,

A land where one can create

an endless number of ways to tell you to be yourself 

and tear you down for trying

A land which assumes that you are lying, and that “it’s just a phase”,

It’s not a phase, it’s not how I was raised, it’s nothing else you say,

Unfortunately, this is me, and I am reminded everyday 

of how unlucky I am to be me.

What will ma say when I tell her that her little girl

doesn’t dream of Prince Charming, 

That her disinterest in make up is alarming,

That her little girl isn’t even her little girl, she never was,

That it isn’t a loss, ma,

You can’t loose what you never had,

Please, ma, please don’t be mad

You said I’m the most beautiful girl of all time,

But then I started committing a crime

I tossed the dresses aside and replaced

them for something more practical, I disgraced

Your very idea of what a woman should be.

I am the burden that I have carried,

You know how you always thought about when I get married, 

to the man who will be my knight in shining armour,

and I’ll look beautiful, like a princess,

well guess what ma, I’m not a princess, never was, never will be,

You see there’s something different about me,

I am not the princess, I am the knight,

I am the armour, I am the fight.

I’ve lived in the closet for too long, ma,

The world doesn’t scare me anymore, I scare the world.

I’m stronger than ever now, even the closet was my Narinia,

I’m the best thing I could ever be: me.

I’m tired of living a lie, I can no longer flee,

Ma, I’m here to tell you something, standing here, undaunted,

For years, I wasn’t the daughter you always wanted,

I am the son you didn’t know you had.

And, you know what, ma? I am not sorry.

Bye for now,

Aditi.