I'm Only Human

I hate my feelings,the desire to love and to be loved
I hate my need for affection
I hate my need for attention,to details that change my thoughts
I hate my necessitation to be cared for and to be revered
I hate when my opinions are challenged
I hate when people care too much
I hate to lay in bed in thoughts
I hate to be scared about what the future holds
I hate to be scared about my family and those that mean anything to me
I hate to be inspired
I hate appreciation
I hate little children and their irritation
I hate creativity
I hate poetry and music
I hate language and culture
I hate to write and to ponder
I hate where I stand
I hate humanity and 
Anything that breathes and reproduce
I'm only human.

Made Of Black.

                                

What is it with black people that scare others ?

You may write me down in history,

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may tread me in the very dirt 

But still, like dust,I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? 

Why are you beset with gloom

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells,

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns, 

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high, 

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops. 

Weakened by my soulful cries. 

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard. 

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes, 

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

 But still, like air, I'll rise. 

Does my sexiness upset you? 

Does it come as a surprise 

That I dance like I've got diamonds 

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise I'm a black ocean,

leaping and wide, 

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. 

Leaving behind nights of terror 

and fear I rise Into a daybreak 

that's wondrously clear I rise 

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise I rise I rise

- Adapted from Maya Angelou.

(1928-2004)