How can love be wrong or bad?
I find even the notion sad.
The parental brutality
In damning sexuality
Is altogether sick to me.
That’s not how you treat family.
Love does no wrong to other people
Love is not owned by state or steeple
If no harm is being done,
And if a person’s found “the one,”
Do we have to go erupt
Just ’cause their parts don’t quite “match up?”
Do you think that sex should be
Seen as it was First Century,
Even though it’s likely true
You think this way ’cause it ain’t you?
Until all love is celebrated,
The healing much anticipated
Will keep on stalling at the door
‘Til we’re not judging anymore.
