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So many times I have heard ''It's not a crime to love'' ''I love I love and there's no law against it'' so then why is it treated that way? I want him to hold his boyfriend's hand and not be scared of their words like handcuffs I want her to kiss her girlfriend's lips with her eyes closed for once not looking around the busy Sunday streets at who is staring I want their bodies to blend just like everyone else's free from laws free from prohibition and hatred, disgust simply for gender because hey look they both wear makeup or they're both in dresses they met whilst playing on the all-male football team when they were born their baby showers were themed blue when really, gender is not a colour just like love is not a gender and no love-banning law will make love a criminal act It's not a crime to think their skin is made of constellations it's not a crime to feel warmth in your bones when they're lying beside you it's not a crime to kiss them with passion so intense it makes your own heart fleet to your stomach And I don't want to live in a world where the crime is not in the bloodied fist of the attacker or the cruel words spat from their mouth but in the man with the red river gushing from his nose simply because he gave his heart to another man
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
It's not a crime
So many times I have heard ''It's not a crime to love'' ''I love I love and there's no law against it'' so then why is it treated that way? I want him to hold his boyfriend's hand and not be scared of their words like handcuffs I want her to kiss her girlfriend's lips with her eyes closed for once not looking around the busy Sunday streets at who is staring I want their bodies to blend just like everyone else's free from laws free from prohibition and hatred, disgust simply for gender because hey look they both wear makeup or they're both in dresses they met whilst playing on the all-male football team when they were born their baby showers were themed blue when really, gender is not a colour just like love is not a gender and no love-banning law will make love a criminal act It's not a crime to think their skin is made of constellations it's not a crime to feel warmth in your bones when they're lying beside you it's not a crime to kiss them with passion so intense it makes your own heart fleet to your stomach And I don't want to live in a world where the crime is not in the bloodied fist of the attacker or the cruel words spat from their mouth but in the man with the red river gushing from his nose simply because he gave his heart to another man
For Joel © Erin Mason 2014
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
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