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Love so Loose

Why must my rights be stripped for a dime?

By Devin SanchezPublished about a year ago 4 min read
Love so Loose
Photo by Marek Studzinski on Unsplash

Being a four letter word

But losing it power each year

Is saddening

I wish we knew what love was and kept it near

But what if that love was barbed up to the point we never can even cross that border for safety and reassurance?

What if LOVE was actually equal for once?

Let’s sit in delusion since that is what they deem

My body to be

My love to be

My choice to be me

Love should be the most selfish but selfless thing you do or act in

I was raised by what love is in Luke , Roman’s , and 1st Corinthians

They said love is what

Patient and kind

It does not what

Boast or be envy

Love is not

Proud to claim

Our bodies

Our genders

Our choices to be property

See, but I think that’s what so many have forgotten

Is that love is so grand, but given so little of credit or recognition.

I am so sorry they didn’t love you properly or whole heartedly

To the depths that not even the sea can see it. You see how the sea is where we all say our love has gone?

But, we never seen it

I think the most important part that everyone forgets is love

is

not

self seeking

So to seek temporary happiness in the bliss of what they do one time or even to strip away their rights to love

Is disheartening.

Love is used so loosely to the point we are slowly creating a noose around our necks to entrap what was once the suffocation of the love we felt, but we never realize we are hanging on a willow tree

Just low enough to be able to be saved, but left as a stray.

The feeling that we continue to find a quick fix as if it will fix it

but we know it will never fulfill it

I think

That is why we love our vices more than ourselves

We love the temporary

Until the pain comes and reigns for its day

Where we must sit there and be judged by someone who has said our love

Our bodies

Our voices

Our choices are:

Compulsive

Erratic

Demonic

Inhumane

A shame

To the USA

A shame to love unapologetically to the extent my vows will be sonnets of how we first met, or even how we never started until the end.

Through trials and tribulations

Our love was and has always been hyper fixated

Outcasted

And worst of all

Told it would never be love.

I would love to say I have this love thing figured out

But, honestly I don’t

And I think it’s because Project 2025

Is going to make it harder for me to have a choice

A voice

An opportunity for my love to be sanctioned and allowed

If we don’t vote

Do you see the patterns of where there is a lack of love

and they want to simply put a new building over it

like they have done to all the lost souls

that were fighting for the equality of all in the name of

peace

love

and

happiness

Where is that ?

Where can I find love

in a land filled with hate that creates a martyr of a man trying to take us back instead of propel us further?

It’s like Tupac and many of the greats said

We’re making a race full of babies that hate the ladies that what

make the babies

So

Tell the woman who couldn’t have a choice and died on the table for a pregnancy that was rape why she was a poor unfortunate soul

Tell the families being separated because they are “aliens” they are less human than others

Tell the families with RIP Tees that their baby was once again a casualty to the system

Tell the millions of trans women and men who are called brave for choosing to be who they are for their pride

But why they cannot be human or accepted as a man or woman.

I wish you would tell us why my love is to be seen under a microscope to the extent their are studies being done why my genetic makeup is flawed

My chemical imbalance can be shoved with medications that create a displacement in my mental station in order to be seen as enough as functioning.

For what

For Who

They will change the channel on my body, on my mind. To where I am a deemed a political threat to human kind just like the rest that we have seen time and time again put to their final rest.

Not by their choice

But THEIR choice.

Is that really love or do we have a noose around our neck that simply makes us a puppet instead

Complicit to the mess the government has created

Without proper legislation

But I guess that’s what happen when they take way our voice and choice to even just say

I love - without it being too much

I guess I should stop

the ones in charge are back from lunch,and over deli sandwiches they will say my intellect is not enough.

So all I have to do now is

Hope and vote

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  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a year ago

    It is a nice judgement. Oh, I am very careful when writing political poems.

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