I heard of a boy who took his life
simply for being what others disliked
What kind of pressure must there be
Where hatred buries you
to where you can’t breathe
Isn’t this life for all of us
How can anyone live when there’s no one to trust
Shouldn’t someone have held his hand
And reminded this boy he’s free in this land
Free to express the love for another
Without fear of ridicule and being shamed by others
Shouldn’t it be hatred we hope to be gone
How does love bring forth such a hatred so strong
Is there better things to do
than break down a soul
because he loves different from you
If the enemy is love and hatred it’s rival
I will continue to love and hope hatred runs idle
About the Creator
Debra Debek
Writer enthusiast, poetry lover, using my voice to unravel a complicated life and a complicated mind of one human life sharing experiences of all human lives.
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