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Peaceful Hate


How is it possible that people hate so much in a world filled with nothing but adversity and cultural differences... Broken spirited they fade out of touch with humanity forgetting that they themselves are beings as well... For we maybe all different in ethnicity but no different filled with the same simplicities that creates us who we were meant to be... I can not imagine a world if we all were the same, reality has proven we will never be even if we have mentally thought the same... And even if we all were born differently in Gods eyes we were created equally, by the Almighty sitting up in the sky watching over us with tears running from his eyes... For it is true we each have gone through our own share of mistakes and life experiences none the less we should never give into such hatred towards one another for it is not even in our place... But ignorant people that show signs of animosity will never find peace from within their heart for they have been tarnished in blackness... For they have so much hatred towards humanity that their own purity has disappeared without a trace due to their misunderstandings... It is sad to say that there are people walking this planet with such a negative thoughtless mentality towards the human race, never to cease their hatred that lives as part of their misguided faith... What is with so much racism, as a civilized organization we should be racing for peace instead of erasing our human nature philosophy... I have concluded that we can only hate what we can not understand, it is not in our place to hate others for things that are out of our own hands... For if we fought together to rid of such a grotesque beast we would finally be able stand together to form a chain of peace, united this hatred shall cease...
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Iz Da Realist Poet

Raised in the midst of a housing complex was never an easy task for IzyC. For as long as Ismael Cruz, Jr. can remember, he has always used his artistic abilities to escape into a fantasy realm. His parents tried their best to give him some form of serenity within their household, even if his rebellious side kept telling him he did not fit in. Being around a violent drug-filled community was a survival within its own where most of the friends you once knew were buried in dirt at such an early age. Even as a child Ismael has always dreamt of a peaceful place where a hammock and watching the sun settle in the horizon was the vision, his story was far from what he would dream of, unfortunately. Ismael was raised into a man who has seen, felt, struggled and endured heart-breaking pain. He has fought without ever giving up an inch for his own beliefs setting himself free from shattered visions. He has written Diary of Poems to express feelings and experiences in the life he has seen. He continues to reach hoping to someday teach others of the positives life can have in the negatives thrown in our direction daily. Certainly hoping these realistic writings would make a difference to you as it has done for him.

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