"Diary,"

My mother utters

As my stomach churns just from the word.

"Mom, I'm a boy,"

I attempt to make her give up the idea

Of a diary as she urges me more

Until I agree

As long as she purchases

A journal,

Not a diary,

Though she ignores me

And gives me

A diary

With the word, 'diary'

Written in large letters in the front.