ameriKKKa's Most Hated Muslim Poet
She Loving Hate
Not feeling great about loving to hate. She was lost in a desperate state. Not knowing where she belonged
Lost and she knew it. Had no idea how to get through it. She knew she needed guidence and direction
Mad at her parents for not using contraception. She prayed to the triune. No help was forthcoming
Her brain numbing. She stared into a dark room's mirror. Not recognizing the reflection
Her eyes and brain unable to make a proper connection. Confused she howled at the moon
She became crossed. So, she feasted on flesh and blood.
Consuming it all in a frenzied
moment of pagan madness,
Still not feeling loved.
Only an overwhelming sadness. Before recognizing the sound of the clocks alarm