maybe one day

maybe one day 

we'll have it all 

the big house 

the yellow dog 

the picket fence 

with the blue mailbox 

the beautiful neighbors 

the walks in the fall 

the i love yous at bed 

The hand holding on the way home 

maybe one day 

we won't be afraid to be ourselves 

we won't be afraid of the word 

faggot 

we won't care what people think 

because we'll go home 

to our yellow dog and picket fence

and we'll say i love you before bed 

and we'll forget it all the next morning 

only i can hope for one day 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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