a Poem by Raquel Swann
I watched from afar admiring
nothing about you.
Through social networks and friends
who weren’t really friends shared
your words of hatred with me.
Gasping, Coughing, Choking,
I swallowed my pride and listened
as you spoke about people you never met
and who never met you.
Wishing harm and ill will against them
desiring that your brand of logical hate
would somehow propel you to a place amongst the stars.
I have never named you like others did
I shall never plaster a face atop hatred and praise it
as others did.
The design of your masterplan was flawed
there are limits in this world
places we must never go
Things that should remain unsaid.
The voice of hatred has fallen from
a self made perch in the sky
made of bubble gum and popcicle sticks
Your books will remain unread
Your editorial columns left unkept
Your face will disspear from the memories
of our children.
But you will know, forever, that those
that created you, were not the same ones
who had you undone.
There is a difference.
Hate is logical, methodical, diabolical
Love is illogical, imprecise, compassionate.
My only wish for you is that the pain you feel
inside your heart is restored by a person
who teaches you that it is the
strongest emotion anyone