maybe one day
maybe one day
we'll have it all
the big house
the yellow dog
the picket fence
with the blue mailbox
the beautiful neighbors
the walks in the fall
the i love yous at bed
The hand holding on the way home
maybe one day
we won't be afraid to be ourselves
we won't be afraid of the word
faggot
we won't care what people think
because we'll go home
to our yellow dog and picket fence
and we'll say i love you before bed
and we'll forget it all the next morning
only i can hope for one day
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world