Hate Spreads Hate
I hate that I hate myself.
I hate that I think I hate myself,
When the truth is, I don't.
I don't hate who I am, or what I look like.
I hate that people hate how I am.
I am a person.
I'm not a mannequin
or a model,
But I am still beautiful.
I am good-looking.
I am smart.
I am funny.
I am everything I need to be, and
I don't need your hate to change me.
I hate that you spread your hate,
But what I hate more
Is that people
Believe it.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world