The Heart Poem by Tierra Bradley

A heart goes through changes
A metamorphis
First whole then broken
Then whole again
Never has a heart been spared
Never has it not been broken
Men mend our hearts
Just to break it agian
Make their mark
Time and time again
Our hearts become soccer balls
And we cant escape it
We are destined to
Be in a sport that hurts us
Unwanted love spills out
With every kick and bruise
The heart cries crimson blood
Sadness turns her blue
And we
We are her shell
But with every kick we also break
Soon
The heart will be bare
And we will be gone
The last stage of the metamorphis
The heart dies