You may not know this,
But to me,
To girls like me, to us
It's just another
capitalist holiday,
This things called Valentine's Day.
We don't need a calendar
To remember ourselves
Of the deepness of our
feelings,
We don't need a manual,
To be in love
Regardless of our fears.
And girls like me
Wear their hearts proudly
Right at the corner of
their souls
So that they fall easily
into the unselfish black hole.
Girls like me are fools!
And are rarely right,
But our eyes recognize
honesty.
They blink when in front
of commitment.
And our bodies are allergic to gravity.
We don't wear rings!
Our fingers weren't built
for marriages.
These hands are art
agents,
Made to hold pain,
Heal hurt,
Bring help,
Put bandages.
These hands are mothers.
And girls like me
Make beautiful daughters.
Daughters whose children
Will freely open up their
wings
And love away, everyday!
Not just in Valentine's
day.
Girls like me
Don't need February 14th,
Or anniversaries.
We celebrate our feelings
All the time.
We don't need dates.
And we love red,
But we hate roses.
We'd rather just bleed our words out
And watch our lovers making
their promises proud.
Girls like me,
Write and Read poems everyday.
Hear and sing about love always!
But anyways,
Happy valentine's day.
