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Yes to love
Gentle lips
Pressed against me
Gentle hands
Fondling me
He is mine
Forever imprinted
A broken piece of me
Marked with his manhood
The words still echo inside my head
Even a year later
I'mma take you hard tonight
And I believed him
It was good
The deed that he did
It felt good
The girl that he did
Me
Poor, stupid me
I thought age was just a number
But no
It is the law
Injustice is here
Why must love be blocked
By a law that was once forgotten
Or not there at all
Eighteen is just a number
Even to a fifteen
Love is still love
What more could he give
Now I sit here
Wishing it to be gone
The memory of it all
The memory of the law
Screw the law
Laws can be changed
It may take time
It may take effort
But for the benefit of other lovers love
I shall do it all
For you
My love
I write this piece
Will you ever read it
Probably not
But the world shall hear
I say no to blocked love
I say yes to my love
My love may be gone now
But I still say yes to love
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Why should 18-year-old's be punished for falling in love with a girl only 3 years younger than him? It really makes no sense. This happened to me, a year ago. My man was 18, me 15. He went to jail for falling in love. That is just not right. Baby steps, that is what this poem is. First a poem, then a memoir, then a revolution!