Yes, I’m Mumma’s boy—let the world hear,
Her love’s my shield, my strength, my cheer.
She held me close when storms would rise,
Wiped my tears, hushed my cries.

From bedtime tales to morning light,
She taught me love, she taught me right.
Not just in words, but in the way,
She stood beside me, come what may.

I played with dolls, I danced in grace,
A rainbow’s spark lit up my face.
The world would frown, the world would stare,
But Mumma’s love was always there.

They said, “Be tough,” they said, “Be strong,”
As if my heart was somehow wrong.
Yet Mumma whispered, “Shine, my son,
Your light is bright—let no one shun.”

She saw my truth before I spoke,
Before I knew, before I woke.
She held my hand, she set me free,
Said, “Love is love, and that’s the key.”

Through teenage fears, through hurtful names,
Through doubts and shame, through bitter games,
She never flinched, she never swayed,
Her love for me has never strayed.

I found my voice, I found my fire,
A heart so bold, a dream much higher.
I wear my pride like golden thread,
With Mumma’s love, I lift my head.

Yes, I’m gay, and yes, I shine,
Mumma’s love has always been mine.
No shame, no fear, just love that stays,
Through every path, through all my days.

So here I stand, no need to hide,
Mumma’s boy, bursting with pride.
A love so strong, so fierce, so free,
Mumma, thank you—for loving me.

Dedicated to my mother.

-Anonymous