Haters

She is a girl who they believe is wise.

Maybe a bit strange, but she has

lots of heart. She’ll help.

She’ll love. She’ll listen. She’ll guide.

Ask her for anything–– ask her for

everything, but give nothing back.

This is what people believe about her.

They don’t know the girl inside––

who laughs and cries and doesn’t

know how to help herself. She wants,

she needs, she loves those who

loved her first. She’s frightened

to exit the box that she’s been

placed inside.

She knows those people won’t like

her. They’ll disapprove of her dyed-black

hair. They’ll scoff at her bomber

jacket and her loud guffaw.

They certainly won’t appreciate

giving what they receive.

They won’t like to watch as she helps

herself. They won’t like her talents,

and they’ll mock her for things she

cannot help. But is it honestly better to

hide her away? To loathe her?

To ask her to suppress who she is?

She should exit the box. She shouldn’t

conceal. Stop asking her to stifle

the girl inside her heart. Let her be.

Let her love. Let her live in peace.

Don’t ask. Don’t abhor. Just walk away.

She will grow strong and mature.

She is almost grown up.

But you? All of you?

Never

You will never grow up. You

will never mature. You couldn’t

love her, not even a little bit. You

scorned her each time she revealed

her true self.

When she is no longer afraid,

she will come out. And you will

hate her. You will always hate her.

Because haters hate. They loathe,

and they scorn. Haters can’t love

those who are different from

themselves. So hate her always.

But one day, she will be herself.