I know how it feels to be hated.
Some for stupid reasons… like the color of my skin, the slant of my eyes.
Some for good reasons… like stupid crap I’ve done, stupid crap I’ve said.
But being hated… it feels like your soul being torn apart, in sharp, ragged bits…
I really wish my little boy never has to feel this.
But I guess that’s asking way too much from this world, huh.
Things I think about as I see him, a little baby peacefully asleep…
without a care in the world.