And my mother wondered why I sold myself,

As if she hadn’t taught me my entire life that true value was found in money,

That my worth was nonexistent without fiscal gain…

As if she hadn’t valued the dollar more than her children’s wellbeing.

So why did it come as a surprise?

I will burn it all down to the ground,

I swear it,

and the bills you’ve hoarded will serve excellently as kindling.

I swear to you that I will smile as I shatter the false foundations you’ve built this “life” on.

This “life” built on death.

Your faggot son will grin as you become the shame of the family,

as they learn the truth of the fruit of your womb.

I will happily indulge this social matricide.

Your choices will become clear.

You were always going to be rejected by them, Mother, because I was always going to be rejected by them.

Instead of being rejected and judged by your family only, however, you’ve also ensured that you will be estranged from your son who loved you.