Who Are You?

Who are you to tell me who to love? Who gave you such power over my heart? Who are you to make less of my emotions? Who taught you that God rewards bigots and punishes those with loving hearts?

Who are you to tell me who to love? Who are you to tear innocent people apart with your hate and bias and weeks of protection? Why do you need protection from me? Are you afraid my marriage would be stronger than yours?

Who are you to tell me who to love? Are you afraid your love isn't so pure? Who are you to make me less of a person? Does hurting me make you feel like more of a man? Who are you to tell me what I am?

A Ring

I have a ring that I wear every single day. I only take it off to shower because I don't want it to tarnish. It's not a wedding ring, I'm only nineteen. But it's a sign of commitment. I can't say forever yet. But I can say as far as I can see. And that's what builds up to forever so maybe someday. But that's the point. Someday. Someday, with Faye or with someone else, I'm going to want to be married. I'm going to want the rights that come with it. I might just want the whole stupid ceremony. And I DESERVE THAT. I didn't do ANYTHING to our elected officials. And I thank God I'm finally old enough to vote and make SOME difference. But I wear a ring. And that means I love someone. And if someday I want to marry that someone I'm going to find a way, if it means running off to another country. Their hate isn't going to stop me from loving her. I hope someday soon they realize that.