STONE HEART

This heart that was once fresh and soft like the morning dew
When I cared, I wanted to care more
This heart that had been chewed and vomited severally,
This heart that had passed through the eye of the needle
When we thrust it to angels who abuse it,
It’s a simple phenomenon play or gets played.

I will build my heart like Kilimanjaro
Where no feelings are allowed to trespass
I will put my heart behind my back
I will dance to the rhythm of your deceit,
Knowing fully well it’s a dog eat dog world
play or get played, She laments.