The Hatred

The hatred that fuels my blood is overflowing within my body, that hatred that I feel is amplified by the people who “discriminate” or “separate” people based on their religion, sexuality, or race. When I see acts of violence against the people of a “different” walk of life, it makes my blood boil with anger, and me wanting to totally smash the person who is discriminating against the victim. Unfortunately though, that would be against the law so I hold myself back and save the anger and hatred for later use. The hatred and anger is one of the reasons that I write my blog, it is a way to vent out my anger and hatred, and it is a way to get my voice heard. I am generally not a violent person, but when people are so narrow mined like most people are. It wakes up a side of me, which has some parts that I do not even know of yet, but for the better of me and other people. I just resort to using my voice, and I use the anger and hatred against stereotypes to fuel my voice, and to bring to light the hardships that the minorities go through everyday of their lives. I am not afraid to use my voice for myself, my friends, and others. I have no reason to be afraid, I am just using my voice, and I posses a voice that can, and will be heard, whether people like it or not. My voice will be heard by all.