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Poem: Love, A Postmortem

by LaShawnda Jones

I once loved
With a purity of
My love was tested
For conditions
By one who
Sought to break me
Now I love with an
To be hurt
He meant me no good
So he presented no
Goodness to me
I didn’t see that when
I saw us
This is why the world has
A shortage of Lovers
Those who love openly
Are hated viciously
By those they bare their
Hearts to
And each time the Lovers
Choose to love again
They are aware
Their love is poured from a
Tainted and ruptured vessel
From which it takes
Longer to give
And is harder to receive
This less pure
More defined
Conditional love
Hopes for little and
Expects the worse
The Lovers become less willing
To love those who don’t
Love them
And that’s how the
Lovers disappear from the earth
“People will hate you, shut you out, insult you, and say you are evil because you follow the Son of Man. But when they do, you will be blessed. Be full of joy at that time, because you have a great reward in heaven.  ~ Luke 6:22-23, NCV

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