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The Heart
This heart
used to beat a rhythm
joyous
pure
simple
and catchier than a pop song
O this heart
used to make men cry
and make women believe
in promises again
This heart
had me thinking like a dove
flying with clouds
proving that the Earth
was not the only destination
O how this heart
used to talk to the stars
learning the universal secrets
sharing those secrets to voices
whom spoke in a similar rhythmic value
But now...
O, but now...
This heart just beats
to pump coagulated blood
in my veins
This heart
is just a muscle
supporting these eyes
which are stained
Now this heart's voice
is silenced by the penis
who grows
penetrates
dominates
and degrades
Becoming a man
is not of this heart
But consequently
this heart is now
of the man
poem
by
Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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