"hatered" poems
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.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
I read an account of a small girl today
"Crunching beneath her feet
Like a thousand stars twinkling in the faint light of Potsdamer Platz
Father holding her hand so tightly it hurt
Sick children chased over broken glass
The Jewish children's hospital ransacked
While staff beaten for tending to the unworthy sick"
You can feel the fear in her words
The darkest November
Hatered had now found a new form, a face, a sign
The ********
Men paraded and followed ******
Revered like a demi god
They worshiped an ideal.
MIEN KAMPF
It seems now implausible that one mans belief and struggle that he apportioned to a race could be bastardised into a purge of races that divided mankind and almost ended it
From that night to this there have been many acts that again raise that spectre.
Sarejavo Iraq to mention but a few.
Tonight Jews Gentiles and others will shine peaceful lights at Potsdamer Platz.
What have we learnt in 75 yrs
The world watched the **** machine grow
The world did not act
What do we now watch
Who are we now failing...
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
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.
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 2:23 AM UTC
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.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
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 ...
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
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.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
Beautiful souls all glory and hope,
destroyed within minutes,
all because of the dope.
They didn't see this coming,
it wasn't their wish,
not one single child
hopes to grow up to be this.
The ****** on the corner,
that you judged as you passed.
Do you really believe
she enjoys selling her ***
And that man sitting homeless
outside of the store,
as a child couldn't imagine
what his life had in store.
The crackhead downtown
or the methhead on hastings,
had bigger things planned
than their current drug cravings.
It does not discriminate
it hasn't a preference,
robbing parents from children
it gains delight from their absence.
Addiction creeps up on you.
You wont see it coming.
Do you think if they knew,
that they still would have done it?
That mother who's child
C.P.S JUST took away,
now fights suicidal ideation
and self hatered everyday.
Because she wanted to raise her.
That child is her little one,
now shes 4 years old
and calls
SOMEONE ELSE
MOM.
See addiction destroys things
people family and homes.
But please try to remember
it's not ALL a fault of their own.
Peer pressure or trauma
or just one BIG mistake.
It was one bad choice yes,
but should it seal their fate?
Please have some compassion,
look past the outside.
See the child that's hurting,
looking out from an addicts eyes.
Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 5:34 PM UTC
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.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
: *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
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
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
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
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
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
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
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
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
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 2:52 PM UTC
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's 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
We pray for
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
Their are many thing that I don't know.
I'm not so nieve as to not acknowledge this.
But it would apear as if the wold has forgotten what it's like to be in love.
How sad to think of all that they will sadly miss.
Parents scorn and scold for holding hands, and punish more for even a kiss.
Forgotten are the days of pasion and lust that bring about the only blis.
Jelous friends look upon with disgust and hatered.
their envy glowing green.
When others have what all want most
it's easy to be mean.
I won't let my friends and family tear us apart
and ruin the happiness we have earned.
All i can do is love you with all I have
and hope that my love is equally returned.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 4:54 PM UTC
The sea never looked as it does now.
Raging and destructive while the Clouds try to protect whats above.
The Sea never called men
Told them all was well
While behind the calm waves
Raged hunger.
The waves never rose in the air
and collied with other waves
in pure spite, desgrading the laws Nature put in place.
They never swallowed men
Drowing them with its hatered
Leaving them to sink to darkness
where they could find cold harsh solitude.
Never has any of this occured
until now.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Those who adhere to the sturborness
Of those little hurtful words
Will be blinded by their ignorance
And by hatered of their cause
Those who scream hallalugieh
as the tears escape their eyes
like the water flowing down their cheeks
is the evidence of life
they’ve proven guilty of those deeds
and now they wash away
how dare those few who look and laugh
then come and expect to play
They cannot play their games with us
Then play our games with them
How dare they insult the broken pride
And live without it again.
Call me a thread about to break
But I know I am unlike it see
I am not what you call
An oppertunity
I am not as fragile as the glass that smashes on the floor. I am not as fragile as the waves that crash upon the shore. I am not as breakable as you who cries when I ignore. I am not mine nor yours nor his nor hers. I am simply on the floor. But that’s not the thing that you should be scared of. Its when I rise from fall. I will scream and shout and laugh and cry. From my lungs fury high. And some fury more. The passion dance will ignite and explode upon the core.
I will not be below your feet.
I am not inferior.
I am whoever, watever, whenever.
So let me steer my own course.
-By Anisah Mariah
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
Our Realtionship became like the game of truth or dare.
Unaware that the questionnaire would make an emotional wear and tear.
Aurguements Reached despair.
That was the end of our enchanting love affair.
My mouth became a ***** chair
Because you turned into a grizzly bear.
What happened to us Dear?
Because The I can taste the hatered in the air
Everytime that you and I are near
I sense the tension in the atmosphere
Its like you can suspect my fear.
No Warning sign! So Just Beware.
Love doesnt live Here.
Nor does it dwell there.
I became your toxin
And so you became boxed and locked in
Confused and had no other option.
And You, You were my deadly venom
You were like a strong Wind with Serious Momentum.
Our feelings we resent 'em.
We became each others addiction.
Triggering Afflection
Feeling Constriction.
Generating Friction
Mentally and Emotionally we have both given an eviction.
for each other we dont even seem to care.
At first it was so sincere.
But now this burdern I can no longer bare.
Now our hearts are well aware
That Love Doesnt live here
Nor does it dwell there.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
As I stare into your eyes.
I see the holy Grail.
Into darkness the sunlight dies.
I know my heart is weak and frail.
My heart says it will never work.
My mind says it will offer mercy.
I see your quite and clear smirk.
As I already know I am unworthy.
My heart hurts and longs for you.
Now that you know how I feel.
I can see the hatered on you too.
For I found how to heal, and deal.
No need to surrender.
My heart is unhurt.
You can have the constent indever.
Because you stepped me into the dirt.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
I feel crowded in this huge group of strangers
yet I feel alone as though you've been gone for ages
I'm lost, yet surrounded in pieces, yet bounded
bounded by the love we have shared which has been countless
I do not know what to do when your not here
I try not to think about it as its hard to bear
It's hard to explain what I'm feeling
as i don't think theres a meaning
a meaning to this emotion which I am subjected to
but whats weird is that this feeling is not new
they're staring at me as if a speach is due
I want you here, I need you here
I see a glimpse of your flawless face setting my nerves free
you approach me with eyes of anger, hatered and despise
pushing every one of those strangers aside
suddenly a grip on my arm slowing my blood
drags me through the crowd going thru the door and thud
I never meant this to happen
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
There's a war between you and I.
I have fallen into the bloodshed, we once called love.
There's no remorse for our never-ending failures.
On the battlefield , we go in and fight for the misunderstanding.
For the liberty of hatered in our hearts.
We let go of our fears with every **** we make.
This is for the victories we try to aim for.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
My world is such a wonderful place of peace.
Where harmony is air.
I stink of respect of self.
My world embraced the empowerment of love that always prevails.
But, it never fails, I see hate accumulating an opportunity to break my peaceful world into pieces.
Truth is the law of my land.
I'm my own government of conquering hate with the inforcers of love.
I shall maintain positive powers that keeps my wonderful world turning.
Call yourself bringing all the hatered you got. Going against this mafia of love, trust me, you will not stand a chance.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC
I used to stare at the moon
In wonder.
The size of a pencil eraser
And bigger than my head,
All at once.
It was magical.
Now I stare at the moon
With hatered.
Another day wasted,
Another 24 hours spent,
Another miserable night.
My possibilities are limited,
Weigheted down by finance
Shrunk by stress.
I am smaller than a pencil eraser
To the big, gigantic, moon.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC