there's this thing in my throat

an intangible ball of rage

and fire

made of fists

it's this thing

that causes me to raise my normally calm and controlled voice

in the face of

ignorance

and blind hatred

and i know it's wrong to scream and yell 

and throw a temper tantrum

but there's also a three year old in my chest

that doesn't really know how else to react

so

she stomps her feet instead

and holds her breath until her face is red

and i guess the problem is 

the other side often acts like a three year old

so

how else can you respond

when someone says it's dangerous 

that a prince can marry a prince

what else can you do but scream

when a little girl is expelled because she dressed up as a prince 

instead of a princess

how can you respond rationally 

to the irrational?

love is a constant three year old.