Equality tastes
like the dinner we had together;
instead of the usual
me after you, in your plate
finishing off your left overs.

Equality smells
like the accidental burning
of your pants while ironing
that you didn't shout your head off at me for.

Equality sounds
like my pleading NO
and your understanding OK

Equality looks
like a dream
the kinds that never come true.

- Storyteller