That word

That thought 

That moment 

That feeling 

That choice! 

But why…
What might the cause of thy discontent be?

You do not look like us…

You mouth it with such vileness, but the winds whisper it with such carelessness

But Listen…
My only wish is for us to love you and me for that reason!

I understand

You Hate I!

But why…
What might the cause be for such discontent?

You are different…

Your eyes glare it with such unbefitting ugliness

But why…

Don’t you see…

My only wish is for us to cleanse with love the ugliness of thy hostility

I hate you!

I hear You spit on the fresh echoes of my fearful footsteps

You are foreign…!

Is that inadequacy I hear quivering on thy love parched pale lips?

But why…?

When…

My only wish isn’t for you to bear such brokenness on thy misguided soul.

Only I ask…

That you must…

Hate!
That word

That thought 

That moment 

That feeling 

That choice!

Can’t you see… 

I kneel at thy feet

to beseech thee…

Love!

This word 
This thought

This moment

This feeling 

This choice!

And let love….

Forge these ambiguities unto our unifying sword

And let our Love’s flames burn out thy discontent and thy disaffection!

Let the foreignness of my presence birthe lightness unto thy darkened heart

My only wish is for you to love my dissimilarity to you, as much as I love yours to mine.

B.K. Knight