Love Poem
You say Love is what makes us human. Love.
Using those words as a weapon against me
To tell me that I am somehow lower, you above
Because I am not the way you think I should be
Absolutely, I say, And I Love so, so much
I Love to explore, to travel the world near and far
I Love to experience, to see, taste, and touch
Most of all I Love people for all that they are
I Love my family, my parents, friends old and new
I Love people I know and those I never have met
And though they drive me insane, I Love my brothers, too
So as you can see, I feel so much Love, and yet
You still see me as broken, wrong, incomplete
Becasue I feel Love different than it ought to be
But Love isn’t black and white; life is seldom so neat
And I am still human, and my love still flows free.











