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

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