No More Hate

As a child I hated things;
Tomatoes, green peppers
Boys that pulled my shoes off
When I sat atop the monkey bars.
I hated to go in from outside
When the sun went down
And I hated Spaghetti for dinner.
I hated standing at the corner waiting
Knowing, but continuing to wait;
For my Father, to NOT show.
I hated when my boyfriend
Joined the army,
And I hated him
For giving me a ring before he left.
I hated when my brother died
That he looked handsome in his casket
And I hated when my grandma died
That she looked just like a skeleton.
I loved that the sun shined on the day
She lost her fight to cancer
And I loved on the day
my brother was buried
that it thundered and lighteninged
like someone was murdered.

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