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I sat near my window this morning

Coffee in hand,

Brain in overdrive

Thinking, “What have I done with my life?”

I’m seventeen, 

A Gen Z!

Aren’t I supposed to be protesting against something?

Well… for starters… 

I protest against rape and child molestation

Against the birth of w***e manifestation

I protest against people who don’t treat their kids right

Against parents who don’t even know where their kid is during the night

I protest against negligent and abusive significant others

I believe everyone has their druthers

I protest against hate

Actual, deep-rooted, irrational hate

Yes, there are people out there who I despise

But I swear, I have good reason to

One of them just goes around ruining lives

I guess that serves me right for falling in love with her 

Even though I knew

One turned me into what everyone called a "life-long w***e"

Just something to fill a pleasure hole

Made everything I thought was “love” quickly become a bore

That sounded a little outta bounds

Don’t you think?

But I can’t help it, 

There are people out there,

To the bottom of the ocean, I wish they would sink

Yes, I hold onto my resentment towards them

I hold onto my hate…

But one thing I think,

While holding my coffee in my hand, 

I drink


Will my hatred towards them ever sink?

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Author's Note

Nix is typing...
Okay, so I know the rhyme scheme isn't consistent, please ignore that.
This was my morning today :/

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The realism in this poem is very deep and truthful. The concept of your hatred will ever fade is a question we all ask ourselves. I can imagine a lot of people relating to this. Good write.

Posted 2 Years Ago

I should hate that I can relate to this...it is a daily struggle for me... good job

Posted 3 Years Ago

A powerful poem written. I liked the old saying. "If you hold silence and do nothing. You are part of the problem, not the solution." I had a friend at work and she told me. War is okay. Her son went to war. I told her often. If we don't stand against the bad things like war. The bad things will come to our door. I liked the energy and the drive of the words. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Very good talking about if your hate for them will ever fade away.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Rhyme scheme never matters to me. This is a very truthful poem, and hate is a very real thing we all have to deal with. It's kind of a double-edged sword; on the one hand it is a natural reaction that people will tell you is just and proper, and in many cases it is, but it also wears down and destroys anyone who holds onto it. Vengeance is one of the most destructive forces in the world, tearing down entire lives. I really like the freeform type of style of this poem--once again, your work is wonderful.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on February 2, 2021
Last Updated on March 14, 2021


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Uh, what can I say? Hi! I'm Phoenix (Nix) 🔥 Most of my poems are in my books :) except for Phoenix Parker, that's a book I wrote last year. Most of my writing is poetry, I'm always o.. more..


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