In a human there is a heart.
Fairly similar to all others, it beats, performs, and lives. It hastens when one runs and slows when one rests, and ceases in death.
This heart comes from a human.
And from this human comes an identity.
From this identity comes a gender. A sexuality, a skin tone, a body shape, a gender identity, a religion, a background, and a spectrum of various sorts.
From this identity comes confusion. Which brings forth talk.
From this talk prejudice comes forth.
From this prejudice a superiority complex darkly blooms.
Yet from the "lessers" to the "superiors," they are all beating to the same drum.
When might one admire this identity as one may gently play with a sheen and shade of hair?
In a human there is a heart.
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PoetryA place to compile poetry. Maybe I can push past the lack of purpose and push past the burnout, and open people's eyes. I'm not 100% sure if you'll like this poetry, reader. Obviously, I can't guarantee, because everyone's taste is different. I'm no...
