Marbled
Most hearts are marbled with the fat of prejudice.
Some more than others.
Some have a heart that beats lean.
Like a white rose in the summer heat.
Others have more fat than heart.
Theirs beats much more slowly.
Rebuffs all visions of love.
Every beat billowing a bolus of hate.
How to burn this fat off.
Lob a heartfelt prayer to God.
Then wait...sometimes indefinitely.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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