The Talk

Every teen has the talk,
The dreaded parent to child relationship.
Where in their eyes you are so young,
But still ready for "The Talk".

I'm waiting for mine.
When I can sit my mom down,
Pour out my heart,and
Tell her "I Don't Know."

Where me and her can discus,
The strange feelings I've had,
The confusing emotions of lust.
For all genders.

When I can ask her what does this mean!
Am I disgusting to you?
Is it okay?
Or am no longer the angel you deserve?

Can you overcome your biased ideas,
That a bisexual is a pervert?
Can you help me learn about this new word?
This new world.

You have no problems,
With any other relationships,
Be they gay, straight, or lesbian.
Why should my mother have a problem with mine?

I'm still waiting for "The Talk."