Hate

Please Don't Speak

So many times I begged of you

Please don't speak, just listen

And maybe you will hear



You never heard the words I had to say

My own words were overcome by words from you

Every attempt to converse with you  

Ended just this way



You never heard me because you wouldn't listen



Now my darling, your words I do not hear

So please don't speak, I will not listen

I don't even want to hear your voice


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Failure to communicate completely reversed the roles in this relationship.  And one might say, turned love into hate.

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Hate

Hate

Think about that word

How strong

How violent

How cruel

How sad

That word destroys

Destroys everything

Even friends,

Family,

And love

Why such a heavy word

How can someone say they hate someone else?

That's cruel

Mean

WRONG!

Why hate

When you loose

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is a great poem.  To tell everyone not to hate, you will regret it at the end, but really do think about the word, b/c it is strong.  Thanks for reading!

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Their Reasons For Murder

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Society's Woes

You decided to take me from this world because...

...My mother or father is light skinned.

...My mother or father is dark skinned

...I'm darker than a brown paper bag

...I'm lighter than a sheet of white paper

...I was born a female that many loved

...I was born a male that some adored

...I was born under circustances that inabled me with a disability

...I'm of Asian decent

...I'm of Hispanic decent

...The person I fell in love with isn't the same color as me

...I prefer people of the sme sex

...I enjoy dressing up as a male

...I enjoy dressing up as a female

...My accent calls for me to talk differently

...I was born outside of this country and came here for a better life

...I take the underpaid jobs you won't do

...I drive a better car than you

...I just happened to be sleeping on that street corner

...You took my politeness as advances

...I am one of the only few people who didn't try to decieve you about who I was

...I didn't fit your stereotypical idea of the average American...

I am who I am.

And now the ones that love me must grieve.

Grieve for me.

But I will grieve for you.

Grieve for your ignorance.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is for James Byrd (Jasper, TX), Matthew Shepard (Laramie, WO), and others who died of hate crimes because they were who they were.

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