Hate

Hate

Such a strong word

Such twisted passion

That I some how have fathomed

Towards men.

My father,

You see

He beat my mother

Thought nothing of her

And left her to raise three kids on her own.

The first man that I loved

Didnt love me

Like many others after him.

I gave myself to my husband.

Hating myself even further

Settling for less

When Lord knows i give my best

And still my heart gets laid to rest.

My brother

He love me but dies

No fault of his own

But leaving hate in my heart still.

Hate.

Such a powerful word

In such a harsh world.

Makes me sick

That we can even exist

In the same thought process.