Hate hurts. 
No matter who started it,
no matter where it originates from,
no matter who overlooks it
for the sake of being obtuse to its existence,
hate hurts. 

It knows no boundary,
it observes no law.
It has no friends.
It destroys all families.
It has no other meaning,
neither does it relent to the needs of love.
Hate hurts.

It blinds the eyes of wisdoms,
it extinguishes understanding,
it repels the voice of reason
and silences the mouths of hope.
Hate hurts.

It knows nothing but itself
and fuels itself from within
to devour everything that allows it
a place to exist.
It lies to be seen.
It screams to be heard.
It cries when it’s forsaking
the goodness of another person
without reason,
without justice,
without mercy,
without concern
or intent of repenting. 
Hate hurts.

It builds friendships to betray. 
It marries lovers to disasters. 
It carries not its own weight 
yet forces others to do its biddings.  
It is a midnight sky with not a star,
not a moon,
no creative existence,
sucking the life out of the world beneath it,
and all those who search for wishes to come true . 
Who prayerfully hope,
with thoughtful hearts
wanting only to bring their life
into a world where light is abundandt
on all those who breathe. 
Hate hurts.

It is wreckless with malice,
it’s dangerously deceptive,
it’s beautifully alluring,
wearing the masks of many faces,
calling the personal dreams within us all
into its darkness,
to brutalize our ambition,
smother our aspirations.
and eliminate its competition
from becoming more than it is.
Hate hurts.

It is the great I am of mathematical maladies,
laughing only at the harm it causes
while abusing the faith of the faithful
and projecting its likeness
as the only acceptable path to success.
Not for those it uses,
not for those it haunts,
only for itself to develop
into a complete and total abyss
where nothing exists,
save only itself. 
Hate hurts.   

Jade Jaspers