As I get closer to God, and further from the foolishness of the world, I meet more and more haters. Just straight up haters! At this point, folks aren’t even trying to hide their hateration. They sittin’ all up in my face, comfortable as ever, with a smirk and the best middle finger they got. Haha! It’s wild! 

I sit back, every now and then, and consider what the hell Satan offers these folks for the exchange of their souls. Who hates on the only person you’ve ever known to show true love? Who hates on someone that ain’t never do any wrong to them? I mean, really? What’s ya beef?

I understand on a spiritual level, what happens when folks call themselves becoming my enemy and all that good stuff. I’m still baffled as ever, on why and where the hate comes from, in a physical sense. Consciously, what are you all telling yourselves to convince your mind that I am your enemy? I don’t even know most of the people who don’t like me! Which means, they don’t know me! So, what’s all the hate for?

Spiritually, it is evident that more people than not, hate themselves. They hate their lives. Their past. Their present. They prospective futures. They hate that they haven’t been the best person they could be. They hate that there are people who are being better versions of themselves. All the while their hatin’ behind sits back and continues to be the worse versions of themselves. They hate that there is an example of better, that they purposefully choose to ignore.

And they especially hate that those who do better, get better. Every single time. It’s an age-old tale. No matter what anyone tries to tell you, it’s one consistent truth we can always count on. The good guys always win. They may die young. They may face more obstacles. They may not always be the most popular. In the end though, it doesn’t change. The good guys always win.

That’s what happening on the subconscious  level of the hater. I have yet to discover what in the world is happening on the physical level. On the conscious level. How do you haters sleep at night, dreaming about everyone in the world doing better than you? How does that work in your brain?

I am forever fascinated with what makes people do the things they do! That’s how I make sense of my existence and the world in which it thrives in. That’s how I stay sane. By making sense of things. Yet, I still can’t make sense of people who consciously or unconsciously, persistently hate on other people and things. I am baffled! It leaves me stuck every time.

So, my poem for Day 17 of NaPoWriMo is dedicated to the haters. You see, I’m willing to share love with y’all, no matter how much you hate on me! Because, as I’ve said before, hate is only hurt love, right? It’s all love in the end. Even if I don’t understand y’all. In such, every time I hear or see hate, it just looks and sounds like, blah, blah, blah. Hence, the title of today’s poem is, ‘Blah, Blah, Blah.’ Enjoy!

Blah Blah Blah

La, la, la, la

Blah, blah, blah

Tata, tata, tata

Nah, nah, nah

Like the adults on Charlie Brown

You keep talking

But I can’t hear nothing you say

You preaching “real stuff”

But all I hear is

Blah, Blah, Blah