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"Hate": The Writers' Spotlight
Navika Dasani shares a strong poem about hate and how we see it in the world in celebration of National Poetry Month.
Hate
By Navika Dasani
Underneath my skin and bones-
There is hate.
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Some days the it consumes
Biting, gnawing, chewing
Until I am nothing
but a vessel for hate.
Every word adds oil to the flame
Even silence infuriates it-
Every day, every hour, every second
It grows.
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Each smiling face I see,
Hate for the world grows.
Why can’t they just be sad like me?
Each night I spend screaming into the pillow,
Hate for myself grows.
Do I have to be so angry?
Some days,
I can’t tell which is which-
Their songs intertwined- a wretched, twisted harmony.
Where does this song come from?
Surely my voice- my beautiful clear voice can’t sing it.
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