Many readers in a survey I took of them recently wanted me to share more of my poetry as well as what I was learning in my classes. I have really enjoyed my writing through genres class and I would highly suggest taking a creative writing course in college given the opportunity. Even if -you consider yourself non-creative, there is much value in writing, sharing, and providing feedback on writing. It is extremely rewarding and I always leave class refreshed and inspired.

Here is a piece I wrote last week for a prompt that asked me to defend something I hated. Many of my readers hate bigots and I do too. I thought it would be perfect to write a poem about how I hated bigots but needed to defend their stance. Here it goes.

I hate bigots!
Dirty whore mongers really.

I suppose I could defend their ignorance.
Their innocence.

They don't know any better.
Like a child touching a hot stove.

Perhaps pity. 
Perhaps pity.

Maybe I just worry about them.
And the pressure they face to conform.
Conformity is a bitch.

Or maybe they actually believe what they are saying.
And they can't help it.

Like a genetic predisposition.
To Hate.

They can't help their islamophobia, their undefended lies, their homophobia, their God for Hate attitudes.

It's in their genes. Empathy. Sympathy.
Like sociopaths.

They can't feel love.
They don't know love.
They have never felt love.
Nor will they ever love.

They need reperative therapy and ex-bigot counseling.
Pray the bigotry away.
Like it can disappear over night.

Like the apology that never forgave.

Bigotry.
Bigots.

You can't hate them.
You must show them unconditional love.
By telling them.
God hates bigots.
Bigotry is an abomination.
Bigots go to hell!

Unconditional love.
Bigots.