Black Heart

Heart, occupying the chest, People say it's the place for love to rest. They even say love is pure, So pure that it can cure and allure, With a condition of being thoroughly red. No, no, I didn't let the modesty and the purity depart, Neither did I push the redness apart, Yet, they say I have a black heart. That seized my right to love and to be loved, At every single step my love was judged. The humanity and the community, Addressed my love as 'funny', Undressing its cruelty, And stabbed my black heart bloodily. Even the black heart couldn't be my love's victory, Because I was bound within the four walls of unisexuality!