So Done With The Hate

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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19 Responses

  1. lrconsiderer says:

    Mine isn’t a rainbow any more. But you have a compelling point.

    • Jesi says:

      I’m sorry. I’m just tired of all the comments about how if your aren’t wearing the “right” color you’ll be unfriended. I’m so done with it all now. Let’s just all grow up and act like mature individuals.

      • lrconsiderer says:

        I get it. Truly. But I think people will always pick fights and find ways to be divisive, even if they’re on the side of right.

        • Jesi says:

          I know…there’s never going to be true peace…and I’m not naive enough to believe in it.

          All around me are familiar faces
          Worn out places, worn out faces
          Bright and early for the daily races
          Going nowhere, going nowhere

          Their tears are filling up their glasses
          No expression, no expression
          Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
          No tomorrow, no tomorrow

          And I find it kind of funny
          I find it kind of sad
          The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
          I find it hard to tell you,
          I find it hard to take
          When people run in circles it’s a very, very
          Mad world, mad world

          Children waiting for the day they feel good
          Happy birthday, happy birthday
          And to feel the way that every child should
          Sit and listen, sit and listen

          Went to school and I was very nervous
          No one knew me, no one knew me
          Hello teacher tell me, what’s my lesson?
          Look right through me, look right through me

          And I find it kind of funny
          I find it kind of sad
          The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
          I find it hard to tell you,
          I find it hard to take
          When people run in circles it’s a very, very
          Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world, mad world

          Songwriters
          ROLAND ORZABAL

          Read more: Gary Jules – Mad World Lyrics | MetroLyrics

  2. Dawn D says:

    I hate people who hate 😉
    We’re all different. You are totally right.
    And I am ready to accept anyone’s point of view on most issues, as long as they don’t go about telling me my point of view is wrong. That’s when I start to be less accepting of their point of view. Or maybe it’s not even their point of view I feel less accepting of, it’s the person who is trying to convince me I’m wrong.
    I’ve had someone convincing me I was wrong for too many years already. I’m done with this.
    However, I wonder: is it normal to accept someone who is a racist, who is convinced that they are better than someone else just based on their skin colour?
    So why should someone accept someone who argues against someone else’s rights just because they are different, ini one way or another (gender, sexual preferences, illness, (dis)ability…)…
    I guess it goes further than accepting someone who has a different opinion from me. If you respect me, if you respect others, then I’ll respect you too.

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