Letters to My Family

Letters I'll write over and over again but are never quite perfect, letters I know I'll never send.

Dear Mum,

I'm not your little girl. I haven't been for years now, okay? 

So keep that in mind as you read this.

First off, I'm bisexual. No, not experimenting. Actual, I-like-girls-and-guys bisexual. Got a problem with that? Of course you do.

Second, I was raised by my siblings and Jan. You were never around, you never listened. You still don't. That's why this is a letter, not a phone call. You'd bulldoze me, like every time.

Third, I'm a writer. Well, more specifically, a poet. You knew I was gifted in English, and because of that, you always thought I was going to be an author, or a lawyer. Something you could be proud of. Guess what? I don't care. It doesn't matter to me nearly as much anymore.

Fourth, I'm not perfect. It's taken me years to realize that. I hope you can learn to accept it.

- Let's play a guessing game, shall we? Which of your daughters wrote this?

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