With the way people tell me every day,
The way we are, we cannot really mend.
They stare and I know what they want to say,
“It just can’t be both of you in the end.”

The Bible says “Woman is made for man,”
I don’t really know, I have never read.
They will tell you, “You can! You can! You can!”
But once you do, hateful words will be said.

They don’t know how you make my skies so blue,
Or how you keep the sun shining as bright.
We may be girls, we’re only humans too;
In the end, I pray we will be alright.

I‘ve yet to hope you won’t walk out that door,
I will try until I can’t anymore.

a.g