I don't need a calculator
To read between the lines.
Like you.

Seventeen years,
Eleven days,
Seven hours, and twenty-one minutes.-
That's the difference
Between the love of my life
And me.

Seven years, six months
And twenty days-
Of cruelty and ignorance.
That's the difference
Between me and you.

Your life is spaced neatly
Between college-ruled lines,
While the marks on my face
Are painted by laughter, love
And rainbowed refrigerator art attached
By a hundred magnets.

Insinuate, preach all you care to.
Even your God understands me,
And my lack of repentance
For that one time.
What you label sin,
And I call luck.
I won't visit your hell,
And salvation is not in naming
My blood,
My gift,
A mistake.

Your make-believe statistics
Cannot diminish our worth
Because they don't belong to
Our world.
Aren't you a bit tired
From conclusion-jumping?
Your only fact-
The cornerstone of your stupidity
Is this:
There is no ring on my finger.

But I don't need a calculator
To read between the lines.
Or a narrow ruler
To measure my existence.

One has never been a negative number.

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