Most days I don’t hate people
I remember we’re flawed humans
Who rarely intend to harm
And the people in my life
Are mostly kind with intent
But then there are the exception
The loud and ugly minority
That make me doubt humanity
They bully and bluster and pontificate
They find joy in putting others down
And I really hate those people
I feel small in their angry presence
They hurt my feeling with intent
They make me doubt the world
I know memory will fade with time
Distance will bring me perspective
But today I really don’t like them
Still scorched by their recent kiss.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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