The Strong Word

I hate the fact that

you are vegetarianbathe in black soapand moisturize with shea butterthen pop a newport in your mouthyou should know better

I hate the fact that

you think I’m older than I amindulge in immense conversation with mebut when I reveal I’m 10 years your youngerI’m too young to know suddenly

I hate that

when the crap hit the faninstead of you helping me wipe it offyou turn it toward meaim it at my face and turn it back on

I hate that

you consider me an angry poettalk about me behind me backbut don’t really consider me a poetbecause I have yet to win a slamand have never been on tourwhat’s that about

I hate that

you think wearing an afro weave is enough

i hate that

you find this vaguely funny

I hate that

you carried me around for 9 monthspoop me out for someone else to clean it upthen have the nerve to tell me you should have aborted meespecially since you are my burden

I hate that

you constantly tell me how much you got my backbut when i really needed you all i saw was your back

I hate that

you destroyed lives with your drug abusehave no remorse can sit back and laugh

I hate that

on top of police brutality, police serving casualties, imprisonment,Willie Lynch brainwashing, and 9-11 stupidity

that you my brother, my sister are still trying to harm me

I hate that

you in this audience looking back at me like I’m crazy

I hate you, I hate you, I hate youI hate you enough to bad mouth you to your faceI hate you enough to slap fire out of youI hate you enough to write an entire poem about youI hate you enough to love youI hate you because I love youI love you