Hate is like a piece of yeast.
It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction
It says, “I am right!”
I hold truth!
I carry all knowledge!
I will rebuke!
It wipes its mouth with a napkin
And still, the juice runs
Hate dripping off chins
Spilling over into diaper bins
And storefront shelves
Hatred from the SAME WOMB.
What words will we choose?
And engulf in flames
A big ball of detestation
Hate picks apart a man born of a woman
It pins labels neatly on their chest
Or even discusses the cup size of her breasts
Hate inspects with microscopes
And pulls apart the chambers of one’s heart
And looks for dirt
It gladly finds a few choice particles and cries
And holds it in its fist
Towards the one who created the dust and says,
See what I found
As if Yah could not see the grease and sludge pumping through our wings
Hate never brushes its teeth.
It calls throughout the streets
Looking for flaws in people
She’s too skinny
That dress won’t do
Ignorance is bliss
Hate is a Parade
Noisy and loud
Marching proudly down streets
Getting the attention of everyone it meets
Hate invites us to wear white
And enter buildings where good people go
As we stretch out our pocketbooks on the front row
Hate is quiet
It’s silence during a time of applause
It can’t stand or clap for those whom it hates
It can’t even acknowledge
A floral bouquet
Why is that?
Might the one we hate smell better than our scented stew?
Oh, hate, please take a look at YOU!
Might their floral arrangement
With more color
Oh, hate, let love bring you to your knees!
Hate will try and cover the good that we do
Hate twists its lips while it shifts with its eyes
Hate acts as if it has nothing to hide
Hate passes the poor in the poverty rich streets
And whispers I am better than thee
They did it to themselves
It’s their own damn fault
And hate tightens its purse
Its wallet won’t belch
It wraps its wool scarf around its stiff proud neck
Hate cannot waste even a dribble of spit
It doesn’t even move its teeth
It loves jealousy,
Hate has seeped into our pores
Even in the silence
Loudly in the stillness
Hovering in the dark
Hate cringes at one single scented spark
It whispers words
Soaked into our walls
Encased with Leprosy
As hearts are searching for one
And splatter across the front page
For the sake of making us taller?
As if we had all the answers
Like Job’s best friends
As if we could enunciate His Name
To have His
Dust on our shoes
As if we were the ones who ran to the tomb
On resurrection morning
It makes a request
Come, join in the gossip
The ‘those people’ salute
No, I think I’ll pass this time
I’m going to the juke
I’ll Smoke another cigar
Pray with a sinner at the bar
For the hatred has spread even among the ones
You and me!
And when we bow in front of heaven
And we smile, and we say
I am not like them
I am better, you see?
And our lips part to utter
Laced with snuff
Garbage dump of
Words shut up in our bones
Let us stop
Inspect our own fruit
May we inspect our love?
And the weight thereof
Weighing it against the hate that’s still pumping through our veins
In the waters of the muddy Jordon
And allow Him to scrub us clean
And echo His Words
The one who bled and died
The wombs that ever came forth
And inhaled Eden
Or crossed the Reed Sea
And left Egypt for a mouth
Flowing with milk
Oh, Love, come and save us from our lips,
And burst forth like the light of Sabbath rising over the hills.
Into our parched, hungry souls.
Help us to become