Sunday, November 21, 2010

My Season©

I'm longing for a season
where equality is free
so that we could walk naked
but not naked to face life sentences
where politicians would understand that living in war
was not what we signed up for

A season of bliss and promiscuity
with sun ray's lightening the skin that you detest the most
with curious minds
that divulge in iniquity
because that's your sanity

Seasons where me and my partner can hold hands
on this Jamaican land
swap kisses on the beach
lavishly professing our love
without being scorned
like disease on death's bed

I long for a season
where pedophiles open their souls
and have pity on the kids who made their cock sing
at least a season for the rapists too
This is my plea

A season of love's love
running down my skin
where we could eventually see eye to eye
and sex was not on schedule

This season I want to love you immensely and hate you the next
because our love in reality
is nothing like in our dreams
we love interchangeable
that's how we define it

But with this changing season
lets just bask
you and me

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

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