What happens when a Sharp Little Pencil is asked to sketch in Black and Gray?
You get some serious collaborative genius.
For our last combined poem written by Real Toad members in celebration of our second year of communal blogging, Amy and LaTonya give their interpretation of "free love".
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LOVE SUPREME
by Amy Barlow Liberatore and LaTonya Baldwin © 2013
We were children of the 70s,
afros and long hair, psychedelic
colors and velveteen prints.
Love supreme
Uncle John and Uncle Tony
never had girlfriends.
Mom said they loved each other.
“Same love is called gay,” she said.
I just called them Uncle.
At five, love didn't need a label.
We are family
Brenda and Kathleen lived together
with her six children. I never asked why.
To me they were Brendaandkathleen.
Love supreme
Our aunts, uncles and friends loved us.
They hosted baby showers and gave us cars.
Dropped us a rope when we fell
down the rabbit hole.
We are family
Love the member, reject the hate.
Your dad called the people you loved, faggots.
My dad called my friends, sissies.
The bigotry stung. Still we learned to love.
Reject the hate.
Love supreme
We mourn loved ones lost to disease and violence.
We campaign for education, access and truth.
We fight for love and marriage and happiness.
We are family
We are the children of the 70s, afros and long hair.
We are psychedelic babies high on life.
It's time for love, people.
We love disco balls and rainbow parades.
One love, people.
Love supreme
