"Who can I tell" einai ena poiima tis Pamela Du Valle, i opoia otan o gios tis tis eipe oti einai gay, egrapse auto to poiima dioti eniothe moni kai kleistike sto spiti tis gia dio evdomades mi xerontas ti na kanei i se poio na milisei. Auto to poiima to egrapse gia ena vivlio pou onomazetai "When our children come out" tis Maria Pallotta-Chiarolli. Sto vilvio grafei oti i ginaika auti pige se enimerotika seminaria kai eihe tin aukairia na mathei perissotera pragmata gia tin gay koinotita, kai gia ola ta oneira, tous fovous pou ehoun oi omofilofiloi sti zoi tous. Etsi grafei sto vivlio oti eirthe pio konta me to gio tis kai oti oi filoi tou giou tis eginan kai dikoi tis filoi. Who can I tell?Pamela Du ValleWho can I tell that my child is Gay?Oh my God what will they say?Telling my friends about my son,I knew I just could not tell anyone. I had to pick the time and the place,And openly tell them face to face.My heart would be scared and skip a beat inside,As I tried to explain, yet wanting to hide. Who can I tell, who will accept me as I am?Boy it must be hell on my young man.To keep a secret deep in one’s soul,For society says being Gay is not whole. Who can I tell? Who can I tell?For young Gay people it must be hellAs who can I tell is my story too,Who can I tell? Will it be you? Will you still accept myself and son?Or do you just want to leave and run?Run form the truth of another human being,Like it is never to be heard or never be seen. Well I will tell you now and it is up to you,To my son and myself I have to be true.If you do not accept myself and my son,Our friendship is over, over and done. So believe it or not, it is up to you,My son comes first and to him I am true.True to him as any mother can be,My son is GAY,HAPPY, REAL and FREE.