I've been thinking lately,
of things that made me wonder,
when I was a child.
Things like why the sky is blue,
and why no one answered that question.
So I read a book,
everytime I encountered,
something new.
Most questions only took,
a single day of research.
But then there were harder ones.
Like why when my father and I,
picked up my mother from work,
everyone we saw looked,
so terribly sad.
And why there was only one man,
who worked there.
And why all the children cried,
and their mother's blood had,
collected under the surface of their skin.
I wondered why,
I couldn't tell anyone,
no one at all,
where I had been.
I wondered what caused cancer,
and why my father wouldn't,
talk to or see,
his own parents.
Why did so many people hate,
my family when,
demographically,
we were so similar.
I wondered why people hated others so much,
and was trained by those,
around me to do the same.
But that backfired.
Sure I hate,
but not the people I was,
'supposed' to.
My hate was never given focus,
so I hate,
indescriminantly.
End discrimination;
Hate everyone.
There were times I wanted to scream,
and those I wanted to cry.
I often did both,
and everyone around looked,
quizically at me,
no doubt wondering why.

Uriel Sabaoth

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