My Love

I am you & you are me, i love just like you. But my love is not recognised, it is met with taunts and fear when i walk down the street holding the hand of my dear. My love is not recognised by my family who feels that love between men is immoral. My love is not recognised by my faith who believes my love is perverted. My love is not recognised by my Government who denies me basic human rights. My love is recognised by my dear, but it has a price, it is a constant battle, just to make it through everyday hurt of being refused. I am the same as you & you are the same as me, i love just like you. Yet i will never know what it is like to be you, as you will never know what it is like to be me.