When your blank boot
Smashed into that defenceless face
Again and again
A face you’d never met before
Eyes you’d never looked into –
You revealed your real terror
Of becoming human(e)
Your terror of feeling joy
Your terror of love.
That’s why you hate your own soul
That’s why it is so malformed
So furious in it’s feeling of impotence
So hopeless.
Your own father must have hated you
Your mother ignored you
To show you such little humanity.
Has there ever been anyone in your life
Who cherished you
Such that it challenged your cowardice?
Every child seeks love
But now you have reached the chronological age of adulthood
You have stopped looking for it
And have chosen only to hate anyone and everything
That has the courage to grow in gentleness.