More Love, Less Hate

Hate does not vanish when spoken,

it multiplies like a stone dropped into water rippling out until the whole shore shakes.

Hate sharpens hands into weapons, and turns mouths into blades.

Hate teaches children to inherit wounds they did not ask to carry.

Hate hides in the casual shrug,

and in the moments we do not question why cruelty is easier to choose than care.

But, hates consequences do not hide.

Oh no,

the consequences bleed into our streets, they fracture families.

These consequences echo across generations until the wound looks like the world itself.

And, I am not sure that we cannot survive like this,

with eyes trained only on difference.

There must be an end.

An unlearning.

A slow exhale.

We must pause, and

look inward.

It Is time for us to see the places where fear has settled,

where shadows whisper louder than love.

We must ask ourselves what would happen if we turned our rage into rebuilding.

What if we traded judgment for listening?

What if we carried tenderness as though it were armor?

Hate has burned enough of us.

So let this be the fire that cleanses us instead,

a promise that we will not let our humanity become ash.