I hate feelings of emptiness
I hate memories of good times
till the bad crash on
covering them
like waves over little pebbles.

I be a pebble.

I hate the world that reminds me of you
The memories, good, bad and old.

I hate those who ask me of you
Not knowing answer to give
Not knowing how you be!

Answer : Smile!

I hate diners over lame gossip
When mind thinks you
calls you
picture strangling you

I hate those drinks
with taste of cough syrup
those moments of bad jokes..

I hate
for hatred to leave me..

I hate being poor
I pity those poor
And I know you ain’t poor!