I HATE YOU

I hate the first man that I looked up to that treated a woman as an object. I hate the fact that my mind and heart is tainted. Emotional words are put up to keep the truth in and the liars out. I hate the fact that I was with an older woman before I could actually appreciate what a younger woman had to offer. I hate the fact that I have an old soul in a world filled with people that want to be young. I hate the fact that pussy is so important to me. I hate the fact that this piece is so brutally honest. Sometimes I hate the image in the mirror because I am my own competition. Hate is such a strong word. Hate and evil almost goes hand in hand. With that said, you strongly I feel. I hate women that treat themselves like sex objects. I hate men that do not treat themselves like kings. I hate the separation between black and white. I hate all the loves that I lost, or do I just hate myself for losing them? I hate the big women that want to be skinny. I hate the skinny women that want to be big. I hate anyone that does not appreciate what god made them. I hate the fact that we judge and do not want to be judged. I hate the fact that man hates anything that he does not understand. I hate the fact that people question is there a creator. I hate that my heart was ripped out so young. My mother, Leola Pate, my aunt Alicia, my aunt Cathleen, my cousin Rick, my homeboy murder. I hate the fact that I always end up loving someone that does not love themselves. I hate the first time I felt lonely in the arms of a woman. I hate that I am not like regular men that just finds women attract and don’t question if they are smart, intelligent or have anything going for them. As long as they have a pulse, they will fuck them. I hate hate. Can love defeat hate? Do I actually hate all these things? Or love myself for knowing the difference? The things I love I didn’t’ think I can hate. Sometimes I question my love for individuals because I question their love for me. But I was once told love was an action, so should question one’s actions? As long as I live, I will love. Motivation is my occupation. Don’t hate yourself. Love lives forever. Hate burns in the heart of jealous people.

From the mind of a Don
Moedon
Success or Death