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Poem for Mrs. Donahues Class!
..and humanity is what we call it
Anger is forms of many different hates
Shown and expressed by people
The things they love and say the love
They express differently
Jealousness and abuse
Are sometimes considered love
And I don’t get how one person
Can stand to sit there and call it love
I guess that’s what really gets me,
What makes me mad,
When all the love sums up to hate
And then there’s nothing left to do
But abuse the kind,
And reward the bads,
But in the end we think were doing well
And that is what we have been taught to
Think.
We call ourselves humans, but that is not what
We are, or what we even seem to act like
We are nothing but indecency in a clear human form.
Brittany MacDonald
..and humanity is what we call it
Anger is forms of many different hates
Shown and expressed by people
The things they love and say the love
They express differently
Jealousness and abuse
Are sometimes considered love
And I don’t get how one person
Can stand to sit there and call it love
I guess that’s what really gets me,
What makes me mad,
When all the love sums up to hate
And then there’s nothing left to do
But abuse the kind,
And reward the bads,
But in the end we think were doing well
And that is what we have been taught to
Think.
We call ourselves humans, but that is not what
We are, or what we even seem to act like
We are nothing but indecency in a clear human form.
Brittany MacDonald