Illustrated PoetryForbidden LoveI don't care
if they stare
and call us names.
It's worth the fight
to every night
sleep next to you.
My family may cast me out
and skinheads may scream and shout
-like pouring water on a goose.
Coz what matters to me
is to share my life with Thee,
and raise a family of our own.
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