Unruly, messy love

Don’t get it twisted
I yell it, because I mean it
Your job is not to change
To mold
To morph

Your job is to love
Love because of
Love in spite of
Love even though

You don’t understand
You can’t stand
A future different from the one
You were promised
By your mind’s eye
So childlike
To insist
That the world must persist
The way you built it

You gave us a voice
So rejoice
When we use it
We won’t abuse it
You don’t have to hear it
But you have to love
It’s echoes

Don’t get it twisted
Your job is not to change me
It is to love me

So, love me.

Love me.