(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

A Love To Hate

Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
They who have entertained disrespect,
To the point where none is left.
Inspected in depth...
Or quests requested!

Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Using tools of fools to keep themselves back.
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Or a black cat who can't stop giving 'bad' vibes,
An image to attack!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Seeking a shoulder to cry on...
And a pat on their backs!
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Trying in doped slickness,
But losing themselves...
With weakened backbones attacked!

Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
With a fear that endears them,
With a love to hate!
Berating unappreciated wisdom at stake!

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Comments (8)

Please read my Poems: Why Hack My She [In Elite 500] Enigmatic Navel or others. niv Haters are jellied. Lovers are spined. Excellent poem. Ten+++ Ms. Nivedita UK Please read my Poems: Why Hack My She [In Elite 500] Enigmatic Navel or others. niv
Love and hate are two faces of one coin. Unknowns are not loved or hated.Thanks for this piece dear lawrence.
an eyeopener poem for one and all
What u said was no lie. good
this is described in a beautiful way. i see this everyday in my community.
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