Baby, if that's your boundary, to thy own self be true. Honor you.
I'm not here to hold my head down as I audition—
to convince you that I'm different.
I will not assuage your discomfort with my reality
or pretend it's easy to be part of this family.
Like you, I was singing Lyfe Jennings in my bedroom at fourteen, thinking,
"He right. That will never be me."
I understand. I truly do.
But you're wrestling with you—
and I don’t break up fights amongst men.
So I’ll let this end where it began:
I’m not here to put you at ease about choosing a single mother.
King, if that’s your boundary, to thy own self be true.
Go in peace. Honor you.
