Just Like You

A short poem of love, and how oppression inevitably gives birth to rebellion.

I was at the train station too
Just like you.
Just like your man
My man was going off to war too.
I saw you giving your man long good bye kisses
But because I'm a man
Who loves a man
I had to shake my man's hand.
You wouldn't let me kiss my man good bye.

Just like your man
My man sent me love letters too.
He told me how much he loved me and missed me
Just like yours told you.
But because I'm a man
Who loves a man
You wouldn't let me share my joy with you.

I was at the train station too
Just like you.
Just like your man
They pulled my man's flag draped casket off the train too.
I saw you cry
And I cried too.
I cried and screamed as loud as I could.
"YOU WOULDN'T LET ME KISS MY MAN GOOD BYE."