~Unspoken mess~

I hate you

I hate you.
I really do.
There's no more lying in this anymore
or denying the inevitable
I hate you
and this is the one time I'm telling the truth.

I hate you
for dividing us into categories
and for pining us up against each other
just to tear each other down
What happened to "Sisters should always stick together?"
Do you even care about us now?

I hate you
for making us pick sides
You couldn't stand that he loved him
So you thought they needed to die?
We didn't need to die because you were scared
Scared of change
or scared to the reality you couldn't face.

I hate you
for the white washed history
Every book I pick up says the same thing
but it always forgets something
Not all the slaves ships made it
Some of them sank
and the remains are still left at the bottom of some lake...

I hate you
for teaching boys
that kindness is mistaken for weakness
and that weakness shouldn't be apart of a man's life
That you praise your boys for starting a fight
but not you girls for ending one.

I hate you
for taking away our freedom
You claim that this country is free
but then why are there still child brides in Canada?
You say that it's only in foregin countries
but it's here too.

I hate you.

I hate you
for sexualizing women's bodies
for always putting her at fault
Saying if she were wearing something else
then this wouldn't have happened
--which is not true
Rapist don't rape clothing
Rapist rape people
-and you raped her.

I'm not gonna give you some sugar-coated bullshit
Because you're drunk on fairy-tales and daydreams
And happily ever afters
This shit is real and it's still happening.

Kill it at its root or watch it grow.

I hate you
Because I shouldn't have to bleed
for you to say I'm human
I shouldn't have to be bloody and beaten
for you to tell me I lived.
I didn't lived.
I barely survived.

And it was god damn surprise
Considering I feel like I should've died.
You make me feel like I should've died.

I hate you
for only calling women
survivors when they stop talking about it.

I hate you
because I am tired
Tired of people telling me what to do with my body and my life.

I hate you so much.

And this is only the first of many.

~k.w.a.v

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I used the poetry prompt from kaylaspoems on Instagram (give her a follow, her poetry is amazing!)
The prompt was "Write a poem that is brutally honest."
And this was what I came up with.

I also posted this to my Instagram (that was just newly created) if you wanna check it out it's k.w.a.v_p.o.e.t.r.y