Dear mom.
You may have no pride in what I do, 
but I hope you feel something, 
for me doing what I choose, 
I did not accept the fate I was given, 
I am not in the life I was supposed to be living, 
and I hope my passion to be who I am, 
is an incentive to your forgiveness.
I do not understand why you feel what you feel, 
but I hope you know that who I am now, 
is well, real.
Forever waiting on your acceptance
and in time, love.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    