Hate Doesn’t Live Here

In my home, there is no hate.

There is no color. There is no body-shaming.

There are no jokes made about having the wrong sexual orientation.

There is no snubbing for choice of religion.

However, Not everyone lives in my home.

I can’t relate to the hate seen outside of my home these days.

Hate is learned. Hate is ingrained from seedling to adulthood.

Hate follows you to work, to school, or anywhere you go.

Why do people hate?

Is it because of their own insecurities?

Is it because of peer pressure and wanting to go along with the crowd?

Perhaps a misunderstanding left to fester?

Whatever the case, Hate is unnecessary.

Come to my home.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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