Image by Sergei Tokmakov, Esq. https://Terms.Law from Pixabay
A Game of Two Halves
I sit in court looking at my hands. Listening to the racket made by the official law giver. Passing judgement on love a game of two halves There is more than a single string to the heart Love goes where it is most needed He tried to make his point as to the fault of my crime The forbidden touch, he called it. A double back hand threw the score in my favour. Boos and whistles from the public gallery Shouts of ‘It’s a sin, the Bible says so!’ From early childhood I have known I was different. The heart wants what the heart needs. Now I am free to love again… ©AnitaDawes2023
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Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
Terrific
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Thank you, John…
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😊
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Powerful poem, Jaye. Courtroom scenes terrify and sometimes comfort. As tensions mount, I dissolve. You’ve captured it all. 😊
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Thank you, Gwen…
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That was beautiful.
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Thanks Lisa…
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I love this, Anita. So powerful on many levels. Especially here in the US where the political right is trying to legislate identity. It’s horrendous.
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My sister has excelled with this poem. She sends her thanks, Diana… 🙏🏻
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