to the men who blessed me with civil rights-
I remember the day
June 26, 2015.
held a friend close and
celebrated legalized love.
two years and 6 months later
and I have to ask
why is my love legal,
why do certain men get to tell me who I can love,
why can a body of people quite irrelevant to my life
decide if I can have a wedding?
there are over 70 countries
where my existence is illegal.
why do bodies of men no larger than dust in this vast universe
have the right to kill my brothers and sisters
for loving each other?
so, this letter is part thank you and part fuck you.
thanks for giving me your permission to love
but fuck you for thinking it was yours to give in the first place.
loving because I want to.