Would he hate me Knowing who I am This time in my life Trying to open up Throw a bomb Down castro street He said As I listened on Too young to know Exactly why You would want to ****** Happy people What would you think of me Knowing who I really am Would you still love me And change your mind Would you accept me Would you disown me Would you ignore what I say Or would you stay Right by my side Hand on my shoulder Love me regardless What would you do Grandpa?
This is about my grandpa who used to make homophobic remarks when I was growing up. I really loved him and he passed away a long time ago. I wonder if his hate would have one day changed?