Recirculating Hearts

Even though our skins are different shades

We pump the same color blood

Even though our shapes are different sizes

We pump the same color blood

Even though our brains think different thoughts

We pump the same color blood

Even though our love shows in different ways

We pump the same color blood

While we cannot control our EVEN THOUGHS…

We can control the way our blood flows

Through our hearts

We can choose to color our hearts black as night

Forcing blood to bleed outright

We can choose to color our hearts a deep, deep red

Forcing blood to bleed from others instead

We can choose to color our hearts with brilliance

(Rainbows,

Puzzle Pieces,

Unicorns,

Glitter)

Forcing blood to recirculate acceptance

My desire to love people, especially parts rarely seen

Means I choose to color mine in every shade, even those in between

(Except for the nastiest shade of green)

I look deep to see yellows shining through their souls

Even when they feel less than whole

By looking deep I share the orange of their successes

Even when they feel lessened

I akin their strength to the bluest of sky

Which prevails above when gray clouds fly

I try to keep my thoughts white as driven snow

And foster a sense of purple in every friend and foe

My recirculating heart forces love to truly play its parts