bête noire

You make me feel inferior –

Like your somehow my superior-

The hate that wells up inside-

It wants to explode, watch you cry-

Shut up, you dam fool.

Let me teach you something cool.

All day, it’s you sit on your ass.

As I slave away, you ignorant – piece of white trash.


3 thoughts on “bête noire

  1. I’m sure a lot of people feel this way, and want to vent their frustrations like you have in this poem. At the end of the day we are all born equal, and should in my eyes remain equal for ever. Love the poem. 🙂 x

    • Thank you, the thing I feel sometimes people don’t get about my writing is that I am not exactly the person feeling that way or a poem may in no way reflect how I feel, in the end I am taking something, creating it, I love humanity, how our minds work and do not necessarily base everything I write on my own specific views!

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