I crossed the frontier, and mamma cried,
She said if you go now, you’ll never come back.
Those people are different,
We’re not the same.
I jumped the fence, and said forget all that mess.
I held your hand, our checkers meshed.
I’ve kissed your lips,
A thousand times,
But still you look different,
With wings on your back.
They’ll never disappear.
Their apart of you,
But I don’t mind.
You’re my eagle, with a checkered breast,
And I’ll let you fly.
Maybe one day mamma will see,
We’re not the only ones who jumped the fence.
We’re not only ones who forgot the frontier.
We are the same.
The war’s been over many years.
But if she can’t see,
And if her visions been blurred
With racism and hate,
I’ll still forgive her.
But until I stop loving you,
I’m a free spirit,
I only know of this love
I can’t continue in hate.
I can only strive for peace,
Which, with you I find.
So until that day of when it’s more peace,
And not pride.
I’ll take your wings,
And underneath them I’ll fly.
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11/25/08
Fly Away
Labels: checkers, eagles, love, relationships, war
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