I remember I heard it in second grade
For the first time.
Soon to be gone.
She never got hers back,
It ran with him, disappeared along
Along the trials and tribulations of life.
He never had one,
He was raised to have it shot as a boy.
His father taught him to hate those with different
Her mother taught her to hate those
That had different DNA,
Even though she was hurt by just one.
It's all endangered, really, not just
The giant otter and the blue whales,
Wild water buffalos and green sea turtles,
Japanese cranes and eastern lowland gorillas,
And have some goddamn sympathy,
Stop shooting 'em,
Running wild with 'em.
Have some goddamn sympathy for
The endangered species,
Of the Human Heart.
I like to write; point blank. This is a little piece of me that I get to share with the rest of the world, and hey, you know, maybe you'll appreciate it, maybe it'll do nothing for you. But my writing exists, and that's enough for me.
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