He's storm, his eyes.
He's night and unruly, his hair.
He's pale, his skin.
She's dark chocolate, her skin.
She's 'froed and wild, her hair.
She's milk chocolate, her eyes.
Society does not want them together.
But society cannot pull them apart.
THEN IT BECOMES BIGGER....
She likes she.
He likes he.
They like each other.
How can we fix this?
You can't, I'm born this way.
AND THEN IT BECOMES CLEARER.......
Love is love.
It comes in many shapes, sizes, and forms.
Just accept it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That's my baby cousin he turned 1 3/19/15
