a poem by Krystal

Haters are like the crows nagging
Or pecking at you when you’re walking down the street.

Haters are like a hay stack,
Looking for the needle in the middle.

Haters are like the army,
Only one is trying to come and send colors to your spouse’s house.

Haters are like a bee in the
Summer trying to get that one flower.

In the middle of a whole playfield with a lot of people,
And you’re selected out of all the people getting called out.
Your hater is that one.


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