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Letter to girlfriend's mother(s)

Dear girlfriend's mother(s),
It's an illegitimate adjective, I know
So what's legit and how'd you rate?
Don't tell me it's to be blind, deaf and dumb your whole life
Death makes more sense than this anonymity.
Don't tell me it's threatening and obeying
To uphold family integrity by sacrificing identity.
Don't tell me it's obvious to remain incognito
I won't change pronouns of my love poem.
What's between us may not entertain you
Or your trusted psychiatrist who found 'cure' for us
Who disguised truth over cultural ethics.
It wasn't love at first sight and healed later
Or a cute valentine's day proposal
We didn't fall in love we grew up to it.
Holding hands without skipping a heartbeat
Is a luxury we've been longing for
In a dream when we kissed, she refused to close eyes
She was afraid of 'people hunting people'.
When you requested us to stop 'everything'
I didn't know how to prove the authenticity
I still don't know how to define love.
What I know is, colours do succeed this pale world
Rainbows shine bright like every stars,moon and sun
And the more you detach this 'unnatural' chord
More abnormal genes of love will sprout.
By the way I love you too, I know you do
Sincerely your daughter's girlfriend.

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