I finally got the nerve to tell my sister I'm a lesbian.
She nearly died on the phone.
After many tears, she finally came to.
I hated to make her cry.
It made feel sad and ashamed.
The confidence I once had, suddenly disappeared.
She tried to force me to come move with her.
I'm a grown woman, she can't make me move in with her.
She said she'd pray long and hard for me.
Then she asked did I have any other mental disorders.
Being a lesbian isn't a mental disorder, is it?
I don't know, but I'm almost sure it's not.
I think it's a new kind of love.
I don't know, but I know I embrace it.
I still feel awful.