A poem by Molly Bolte

OH HOW I HATE/LOVE THEE

Oh

how I hate/love thee

let me count the ways

You are

'Other'

so therefore I hate you

Let me count the ways

I'll start with your 

gender

family

tribe

nation

language

culture

Then I'll hate your

skin color

eyes

lips

nose

any and every single body part you have or not

And of course I'll hate your

weight

height

body type

Please don't forget that I hate your

age

energy level

and of course your personality

Seriously, I can't tolerate your

religion

spirituality

politics

voting preferences nor your

sexual preferences

I totally reject your

diet

eating habits

clothes

music

vices

What can I possibly say about your

IQ

education 

experience

competencies

skills

and supposed talents

Don't get me started about your

books

vocabulary

voice

We can't forget your

teams

hobbies

activities

friends

community

And last but not least your

income

career

balance sheet and 

title

What ever can I say to you, you 'OTHER'

Sigh

I how love hating thee!

Hating you, my love, is my passion, my sport, my favorite thing to do!

How I enjoy & delight in comparing, criticizing, critiquing you!

Shredding you from head-to-toe in sub-seconds when you flash before my mind or eyes - is so much fun!

I giggle with delight and rub my hands together - what a great murder I commit every second!