BESTIE LET ME TELL YOU # JAY IS GAY

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Dear Bestie,

As I write this, my palms are moist with shock.

You remember the day when Jay was born?

How you held him gently, kissed him warmly, read his soul.

Calling him your little heartbreaker.

You remember?

 

Dear Bestie,

As I write, my heart throbs with thunderbolt.

You remember his first little steps, lovely and wobbly?

You remember us buying him blue outfits that flew?

Wanting him to be a pilot?

Remember?

 

Dear Bestie

As I write, there is a tempest within me.

You remember his first day in school, sharp as a tack.

You remember him asking about his Daddy?

Wanting to be like other kids?

Remember?

 

Dear Bestie,

As I write, there is a chill running down my spine.

You remember when we prayed and fasted to get him a visa?

You remember the good luck bouquet you gave him?

Wanting him to read law in Cambridge?

Remember?

 

Dear Bestie,

As I write, pangs of regret won’t give me a minute of peace.

He returned just yesternight, with his law degree and something more.

 A white male for a spouse, Jay is gay. 

I wanted to say, something has gone, wrong

Nay, everything has gone wrong.

Not straight, is the word.

 

Dear Bestie,

There is so much peace when you arrive at a decision.

Good or bad

And trust me, I am just about to.

Oh Bestie.



SR. ESTHER KOROS OSF 

Comments

  1. Bennittes Kipyegon21 July 2023 at 17:30

    I never expected the last part ☺️

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  2. Anonymous26 August 2023 at 11:56

    Good writings, you should be a critical thinker. Very wonderful!! I like it💐✅

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  3. Anonymous27 August 2023 at 05:45

    Very good in deed, keep this up💝

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