You say I am not human.
But I see nothing human in you.
I find it amusing and quite confusing.
You despise and abuse me
Over something I cannot control,
Yet I am blinded by hope
And you by hate.
I hope that one day
You might see me for me
But that is merely a false fantasy.
Driven by fear and prejudice
Makes you human.
I wonder,
Was it not compassion and love
That made one human?
Or was I consumed by optimism?
Do not seek human from me
When you will never succeed
To please its hypocrisy
-H.M.
