“We were, then we weren’t”

                                                      

                                                                          

Dear Ma,

I am no longer an abandoned kid in a fair,

She is the colorful muscles 

of known touch 

reuniting me back 

to who I was born as.

For you, I will never be perfectly settled with her

But Ma, we are two girls happily lost.

I am sorry

I don't recognize your idea of love

Because in me

Love happened through eyes,

It touched through hands,

It pondered on my brain like grown tumors of soulful present,

It crumbled in its arms,

It spoke through a kiss 

And secured itself in intertwined fingers.

Love did not identify itself in

shared surnames,

social security, 

opposite genders

And marriages, blur and lost.

Love is a commodity for you 

So cage me, 

you will, 

between the black and white stripes of your mal-adjusted sense of love.

You said,

She and I have degraded ourselves as humans.

I laugh at how suddenly 

We were, and then we weren't 

A human.