There is No Title for Love
There is no title for love
And whoever said my love is tainted and sinful
Fuck you
Because I have laid myself bare
When my love is so clearly there
My passion that burns bright
That was given to me as a birthright
And honestly it is a lot better than your eyesight
All day and all night
No restful mourn or travesty burns
That lets me mellow or lets me “turn”
There is no bright light that I should follow
Only the voice in my head telling me I shouldn’t swallow
The shit people say
Because this isn’t a phase
It isn’t even a surprising thought
At least little 8 year old me will finally be taught
That it's okay to have these feelings
And to never stop dreaming
Because who the fuck are you to tell me that my love is tainted
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Personal love experience with some universal defiance, mostly autobiographical.
Multiple dense ideas: identity, love validity, societal rejection, self-affirmation packed tightly.
Angry defiance mixed with affirming self-love; more positive resolve than negativity.
Explosive profanity, urgent repetition, confrontational tone, relentless intensity throughout.
Approximately 22 lines; falls within 16-30 line range.
Metaphors (passion burns bright, birthright), personification (voice in head), some imagery.
Pure lyric internal voice; direct address to unnamed critic but introspective throughout.
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