A Happiness that Could Be Illegal

For once I’m actually happy

Despite all the shit that happens,

She makes my day better

It doesn’t matter if my parents don’t “agree” with it

My dad and I butt heads all the time

Although if my grandma knew, she’d probably keel over

At least that’s what my mom says.

And when high-up officials call this happiness “devil’s work”

Or use their Book to hate us

We drown them out, and hold our hands high, because

We will not be silenced.

I have been happier than I have been in forever;

She and I can talk about whatever, but at the end of the day

When we’re together, her dark eyes look at mine

And tell me “I love you”

And I know everything will be ok.