Freedom of Speech
shouldn’t be tainted
with hate. But it will never
stop. As the sky will

never stop the clouds from
rolling in, covering the day in
a white blanket of shade. As a skunk
will never stop spraying his

unpleasantries. Hate soaks in
under your skin. You can’t get it off
with detergent in a bath. It lasts. And
it becomes a part of you, a part of

your fear and insecurity, a part of
your defenses, knocking you
senseless. Because you seek approval.
We all do.