Everything I do,
I do without thinking.
Blinded by the rage that you caused.
Making rash decisions,
Guided by the thought
Of anything that could cause you pain.
I have so much hatered for you it's unbelievable.
I have never hated anyone as much as I hate you.

All you do is lie.

You have hurt so many others.
It's time for someone to hurt you.

Misogyny,
The hatered, objectification, and sexualization of women

His hands were too big for my eight year old body
My stomach turned in ways I could only describe as "icky"
I screamed until I could no longer feel any breath left in my lungs
"Stop it! Please! I don't like this game. Daddy stop!"
Time slows
Seeming like an eternity
Every touch was like a sparkler
Burning while tracing the path his fingers left on my body
When he was finally done
I gathered my thoughts and prayed to God to save me
When I went to the bathroom to clean up
I saw his handwriting on the mirror
Scrawled across it was a verse saying Hell was my only destiny
My body is not a bag of bones for you to play with and the burry
Poisonous words foam from your mouth like rabid dogs You pick pieces of my pride from your teeth
You think it’s okay to mess with women
To make them feel vulnerable
Just because you have a Napoleon Bonaparte complex That does not give you the right to steal our self-esteem To make up for the lack of your own
You say “Well maybe YOU shouldn’t have worn those slutty heals,
Or that dress,
Or your hair that way.”
You say “Maybe YOU should have done something
to avoid being a target.”
You say “Stop being so disrespectful.
I just wanted to see your ****.”
You have a real flair for excuses
So excuse me when I tell you
You will regret messing with a woman like me
You see, I keep my heart strapped to my steel-toed combat boots
And an army of mistreated women of speed-dial
We will hold you captive and make our war paint from your blood
As ransom notes fall from your mouth
With the words “I’m sorry” scrawled across them I hate to break it to you
But those words won’t sew up the open wounds you left us with
When you came in to *** in and steal our innocence
The thing you don’t seem to realize is
You might have taken our innocence
But that’s not what we are made of
We consume strength for breakfast,
Courage for lunch,
Wisdom for dinner,
And guys like you for a midnight snack.
We’re not just warriors
Were survivors
What you do to us doesn't define us
Were not broken
Were beautiful
And the more I think about it
You’re just dogs chained to a tree
While I’m the person
Who’s going to put your treachery to sleep.

I would take pictures
of myself on facebook but I would rarely ever wear a smile.


I would not take selfies not for attention and not for love from any love else.


They were just daily reminders  and the cruel reality was that I have always hated the way I looked.


I obsessed over my weight and thought if I did look skinnier that I would look great.

A  few times in my life I had to face my inner battle head on
it has won me an few times in my life.


At certain points in my life I rejected eating and enjoying my food.

All the fat comments took my joy of eating away, they were  
so vile and rude.

Being shouted at in the street and called the fat loser.  

In this period of my life I had an year of self hatered and defeat.

The eating issue was hard to beat.  
I would get triggered
if anyone mentioned anything relating to my weight if it was just another joke.


The echo of the rude comments
would stand out in my brain
repeating the same rude line.
"Your a fat loser"

Even when people in my family
said I was looking fine and were more concerned about my health.

The voice in my head would keep shouting that these are all lies.

I said to people around me
please do not keep mentioning
about my weight and just talk
about other topics.

Dont keep feeding the hate that is already there when there are plenty of things out than just talking about my weight.


It only magnifies the issue of the ED
and this makes it tougher to fight inside my mind.

I have accepted my ED and dealt
with some of my inner pain
that is only half the battle, in my own head I must learn to accept and love my body, be happier and eat more regularly without feeling any dread, guilt and remorse.


Love my self, ignore the haters and horrible cruel comments that have always stood out in my mind.

The comments and thoughts
are always going to be there
but I now I know I really dont care as much about this  
and to not let it control my life.


The rude people in the street
might have won the battle at the time
for a short while
but they never won the whole war over me.

I have choose now to accept my fate, eat again and be more health. Learning to love myself again and that is the final score.

There is two sides of love
One joy other pain.

Sometimes there is always someone for you , at other no one.
Sometimes you feel emotionally content, at other empty.
Sometimes you are being taken care of, at other totally ignored.

There is two sides of love
One joy other pain.

Affection and Hatered.
Togetherness and separation.
Care and ignorance.
Smiles and tears.

There is two sides of love
One joy other pain.
One is beautiful other is ugly.

Even though you made feel like i was invisible for no clear reason ,
Ohh dear , I forgive you but I couldn't Forget that tough season ...

That's why I kept my smile when I saw you ..
No hatered would be kept in my heart , I assure you ...

my eyes are not windows to my soul
they are a mirror of yours
not because I want you to love me for someone im not
but because I dont trust you,
or anyone,
to see through.

To see through the tangled web of lies, fear, lonelyness
self hatered and pitty
I don’t want, anybody to see through that.
For somebody to love me after all of that,
well, they must be just as,
well as aweful as me.

I love you because I can see all of you.
I love you because you are scared.
I love you because you know just what to say even when I don’t want to hear it.

I haven’t let you see in yet, but im working on it.
every day I think about losing you,
because Im too afraid to let you love me
so every time we talk,
i tell you a pice of my story.

My eyes are not vindows to my soul
they are a mirror of his, of hers of thiers
Slowly, my mirror is reflecting back on me
showing me that im not as aweful as I feel.

Im also not as great as you say.

But im getting htere

Every time you call me georgous
everytime you remember my favorite song
or word
or color
you remember everything ive ever told you,
even the lies.

Now, you’ve seen it all.
You’ve seen me at my darkest moments,
youve seen me at my lowes points.
You still love me.

My eyes are not a mirror of your soul anymore.
they are windows into mine.

: Don't pelt on me ,
The stone of your ignorance ,
it hurts me and hurts me alot.
Me and my silence still gazing.
I am already broken into pieces.
Your enthusiasm suddenly change into hatred.
now from where I will bring
those dareness to face these kind of pebbles. I have tried to save myself
to Turn my face around but i couldn't bare to do it.
Did you ever felt it
how i am getting hurt...of your pelting .
..blood of tears countinuously
come out from the eyes.
I am tired to wipe it so many time but I am failed.
Your pelting makes so many invisible wounds that no one can see
till then you cant felt it like me.
your passing through besides me
I do stand every day with my seeking eyes when will you walk from here and look here
to make me comfort with your beautiful eyes, but it was only a expectation
which always turn into Ignorance. ... somewhere you have broken me ,
abandoned me..where ever you live my dear , whether it is close or far away from my me you are always in my eyes.
I am those who are facing your hatered.
O my today's stranger. .
.go away wherever you want to go.
Live wherever you want to live..
i have loved you and it is part of the fact of our together journey.
You have broken me into pieces
with your pelting.
.but I want No one ignore you.
. No one hurt you
due to pelting as you did
With me. ....MGO

Oh, God, please hear our pleas.

We are living in crucial, turmulous times.

Times filled with lust.

Times filled with greed.

Times, filled with vanity.

Times filled with depravity.

Times filled with poverty.

Times filled with corruption.

Times filled with division.

Times filled with hatered.

Times filled with crime.

Times filled with fatherless children.

Times filled with wars.

Times filled with the "Me" generation.

We can make a difference if we begin to pray.

Let us  pray for our elders.

Let us  pray for the weak,

Let us pray for the innocence of our children.

Let us pray for the sick.

Let us pray for the end to inequality.

Let us  pray for peace.

Let us pray for kindness.

Let us pray for comfort.

Let us pray for empathy.

Let us pray for generosity.

Let us pray for love.

Oh, God,  hear the pleas for all the humans of this world.

Comfort, those that suffer, those in pain, those that hunger.

Fill their souls with kindness.

Dry their tears.

May the sun shine brightly and engulf their spirits's with a special glow, that only you, oh, Lord can provide.

Let's make a difference.

Let's  make a plea for the humans of this world.

Remember, we are God' s children, intrinsically connected by threads of love,

So, let us make a plea for the humans of this world!

By

Mayra Castillo

As a baby I was not wanted
To this day my mind's still haunted
How could you let me go
You should have been strong enough to say no
I want to know my real father
But you don't know so why should I bother
You tell me your sober and doing great
But my entire life my heart's been filled with hate
As a baby you were supposed to show me love
But you were never around when push came to shove
My brother and sisters hardly ever ate
Because you never put food on our plate
The things you did messed up my mind
I feel like I am always behind
You made me live my life with anger and rage
My whole life my heart's been locked in a cage
I can't be free and open
My whole life my heart's been broken
There are to many words left unspoken
But we will never truly talk because those wounds can't fully reopen
You may be my birth mother
But I was raised by another
I want to scream and cry out
But those emotions I have lived without
I want to tell you how I feel
The things I've heard can't be real
You should hear what people say
If it's true you need to pray
Your going to go straight to hell
Because you did not live your life well
I no longer want to be under your spell
And have my heart and mind locked in a cell
There's nothing more that I'd like to do
Then tell you I forgive you and have it be true
I know you live not far from me
But to see you I don't know what my reaction will be
One day we may meet you'll have to wait and see
Til that time I will continue trying to be the best me
I know these words will make you sad
That makes me feel really glad
I could go on for a while
Till these pages stack up in a pile
But I feel better now then at the start
I feel a little less hatered in my heart

I’ll flood your mind of impurities
and corrupt your tiny soul
I’ll take control over your body
and inflict pain without a touch
I speak words that taste of *****
I’ll reconcile your fate
because my hatered is never-ending
and Death is knocking at your gates

I dont wanna cry dont wanna loose u,
i love ur each sentence u,
tell about me,
so never let me free,
from ur love,
cuz it's my peace and all above,
is upto u that how u'll treat me,
but i'll luv u till my last breathe,
u made d best lines possibles 2 take it out from my lips,
i just wanna hug u kep closer 2 me and dont wanna kiss,
i'll never let u go cuz my herat is stolen by ur name,
plss love me by heart nvr play the game,
and lie me and make me a fool,
cuz i love u more then any 1 else in world and univerese's pool.
Of luv and hatered,
we knw that 1 we'll become dead,
but till m alive d best person
was u,is u and will b u
and i always saying d same that i love u....:*
@ akash mazumdar