Who I Am

I hate haters that hate all that is different without any remorse or shame

Haters hate has created a movement and a plight that has gained the greatest of game.

Such venomous spite of all that’s foreign and different to you

Wait a minute, this is nothing new.

Haters hate that fuels the flames of your cultural norms and your forceful negativity wrath

So many lives washed away in your bullied blood baths.

Ire forced and thrusted upon those that haters hate nearby and afar

Hate with an idiosyncratic language created and totally bizarre.

While you shout racists, names assigned for laughs and thrills

Spewed through your white teeth, and blackhole souls with mocking chills.

Our First Lady became an anthropoid to your hate as you overlooked all her beauty and grace

Hatefulness that laid dormant, drove to a different phase with newer faces.

Those that were gay in the skin they were in with natural beauty to shine and show

Not given that corporate job because of their fearful afro.

A Movement to eradicate the mountain of hate

With its bondage chains that impedes love’s progression.

To not wait until it’s too late to stop the haters hate.

A movement of inclusion for all to gain respect and love for “Who I Am.”