Challenge
metamorphosis
To Hate
I was no more than three
When I learned to hate.
I spat out bananas, green beans and Brussel
Sprouts. I banged my rattle
When the room was too hot, when the
Tall man came to visit or when the music
Stopped. I cried, I wailed
Tore at my collar when the Tall Man
Made my mama holler.
I was no more than seven
When I learned to hate everything.
I rolled my eyes in church, school, at my mama.
I cursed the Tall Man, The Fat Man, and the Yellow
One too, that came slithering out of the shadows
To sink their claws into me.
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