Yes, I'm queer
And in my house, I'm a joke too
Too short
Too lazy
And "gay"
Not like my sisters
Who are called "******" and "*****"
Not like my older brother, who did drugs
Not like my younger brother
Whom nobody wants to be around
Too "annoying" and "stupid" and "young"
Not like my mother
Who swears her witchcraft true
Not like my stepfather
Who works too hard and too long to lose
Not like my father
Who is "stupid" and "obnoxious"
So, I suppose, between all of us there's nothing to loose.
My sisters, who fall in love too fast
My older brother, who falls too hard
My younger brother, just lonely
And my family who wishes they were someone new
My mother, an alcoholic, who swears her ghosts true
My stepfather, so sure he knows what's right
My father, in rehab, whom I hope is trying with all his might
And me, not even a girl
Can you believe us
A patchwork quilt