But They’ll Laugh

Oh, but they’ll laugh at my blissfulness,

As if it’d affect them more than an ant would a herd.

Oh, to feel felonious for such innocence,

Caused by others—wasting their arrow on a valiant bird.

Oh but be brave and pave ways!

There’s a first for everything, they tell with glee.

I’d yearn life like anyone else through these days,

But I have to fight for a mundane ecstasy.

Oh but they’ll laugh anyway;

they’ll mock your shoes and your clothes and your smile.

They’ll taunt you and who you’re with on Valentine’s Day,

So why even care when your love runs like the Nile.

Potent love shouldn’t be concealed by the inevitable hate,

Whether it’s hidden behind a facade of judgement or just a joke of the date.