You can bet
That underneath a pile of twisted pieces from broken love
There is a heart praying to be aided, to be rescued;
And do not forget
That if you go beyond physical beauty, material success, and race
You will find a heart screaming I am blessed, I am blessed.
Poem by Lucio Muñoz
Vancouver, BC, Canada
lrmt@hotmail.com
July 28, 2012




