Hating Hate

This is for the hated ones.

This is for the girl who has no personal possessions,

Because her family destroys it when she brings it home.

This is for the ones who are afraid to out in public,

Because they believe in their owns God.

This is for the boy who hides scars on his arms,

Because he spent countless nights alone at home.

This is for the one who sits alone at lunch,

Because no one really wants to sit with her.

This is for the single mother,

Who works days and nights and still struggles to provide.

This is for the veteran on the street,

Who can’t hold a job.

This is for the hated ones.

The ones who have grown numb.

The ones who hate, hate.

 

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