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Our Little Situation

Poetry By: Olola

This poem is for my best friend. We are going through such a bad stage in our friendship and hopefully we will make it through, no matter who says we can't. Love you, C.G. xx.

Submitted:Jul 13, 2008    Reads: 178    Comments: 19    Likes: 7   

For C.G.

'Our little situation'

That's what we call it.

We can neither see nor speak to each other,

A rule laid down by my oppressive father.

Why does it always have to be me that's so different?

Different is good, but not this sort of different;

No other person lives their life like this.

The reason he gave was a racial one.

Why does race matter when you love someone?

I lay in bed most nights in tears;

If I can't have you then I don't need a friend

We've made so many plans, which I hope to implement,

Because 8 years is too long a time to forget.

I can't wait until the next 2 years are over.

'Friends 'till we die', you say,

I say, 'best friends forever'.


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