I Hate Her

I HATE HER

I hate her more than one can imagine
My hate for her is so strong it burns with a passion

I am kind, I am gentle, I am giving an I am caring
So you ask what is so daring to invoke the hate that I am bearing?

In my life my mother is my source
She gave birth to me an let me run my course
She groomed me to be wise an strong I
ndependence an respect are one of the many thing she was to teach me among standing tall.

She is strong and she is the one who said "give what you intend to get an never let one of your regrets be due to a lack of respect"
My mother so beautiful so kind so tolerant
She installed in me that same tolerance
She showed me that forgiveness is a part of life

My grandmother so evil, mean, an unrelenting
She does what she wants when she wants an how she wants
Shoot first a ask questions later is her mato
Her kindness, calmness, old timing wisdom are all a part of her false bravado

As a child me tears came from my fears which would manifest in nightmares
Every night never a peaceful one
As weeks passed the same fearful cycle had begun
Counseling was the apparent solution
The goal was to find out what was wrong with me but this yielded no conclusion
One day they just stopped an slowly the thoughts of them I forgot

One night however years later they returned
These haunting images they burn in my soul
But why? I know now why, my grandmother is wear the answer resides

She caused my pain, my suffering, my hurt, my fears
He intentional berating, disrespect an same old cocky threats were the source of my tears

My mother told me to forgive her
My mother told me to love her
My mother told me to except her
My mother stood up for her

An what did she do?
She disrespected my mother
She berated her
She embarrassed my mother
Hell she acted like she hated her

My mother was the only thing keeping me connected my grandmother......
My grandmother brought my mother to tears because she berated her, after all the times my mother stood up for her an tried to stop me from saying it to her

But the truth is something that I will one day soon say to her
After all these years I will say to my grandmother how I truly feel
Because the truth is .....
I hate her