There are very few movies that impact a person's soul. That change the way they view the world and how they look at themselves within that world. Tonight, I saw one of those movies. American History X.
The plot and characters were all centred around Hate. So much Hate that it consumed them and destroyed their lives and the lives of the people who loved them.
It wasn't the Hate that was sad. It was that they learned their life lessons too late. The Hate became them. They were known for nothing other than the Hate. And in the end, that Hate killed them. Killed their body, mind and soul.
I cried for them. I cried for everyone who has felt that Hate, even for just a moment. I cried in hopes that I will never face that Hate. That struggle. That sorrow.
Maybe I cry because I do not comprehend. I do not see colour. I do not see Hate. I see people. Good people. Bad people. Confused people. They are just people, not colour.
I am one of them, just as they are one of me. We are one in the same. Just people. Plain, ordinary people. I do not comprehend the Hate. I do not understand the Hate. I do not know why people must die for the Hate.
To all who read this, be witness to my words. Remember these words and remember why they were said. Remember that life is too short not to listen. I swear on everything I know and love - I will NEVER Hate.
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