Dear Mr. President.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay. I can only imagine what the first lady has to say. You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine. How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye?