Burying my Blackened Heart (a poem)

I buried my heart in the backyard
And I must say, I did not regret it
My heart was black and soiled
And underneath the fertile soil,
I felt it beating and throbbing

Please, don’t think I’m heartless now
After this, I am only endowed
With great powers of perception
That enable me to disavow
The curse of my ancestry

Every so often, I dig my heart back up
And hold it in my dirt-soaked hands
This was the plan all along
To laugh and sing this sad song
As my perception expands
And I right the wrongs
Of the distant past

(Photo by Ali Hajiluyi on Unsplash – edited by Nick Pipitone)

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