where I'm from,
you slaughter whatever
stands against you.
don't trip about how or why.
if it's not from your turf,
you blow it's brains out.
it ain't that hard,
you'll learn.
it's how I was raised,
I was taught hate.
as I grew older, i found out
hate's not a bad thing,
unlike what's commonly believed.
neither does it cloud your vision
like love does, nor does
it let you get walked over
like empathy does.
ain't no city quite like mine.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
