04/06/2025
In a world split clean in two,
We are the overflow—discarded, untrue.
A love like ours, they deem unaligned,
As if hearts must follow the shape of the spine.
They measure worth in flesh and name,
And curse our bond with holy shame.
But love—our love—is not a crime,
Though they beg us to fall out of line.
We are human, and still they try
To twist what's pure into a lie.
But even as they silence our light,
We remain—unashamed, and right.
