The Path

I started with anger

Disgust on almost everything...even on my own shadow

I had no peace, no light

I hated everyone... including self

My nails outgrew, my hair tangled, my tooth decayed

They called me monster

I saw protests around me

They pelted stones and shit

My oxygen and water was cut short

I took the path of love

I found a book on hope

I fixed a date with peace and called my barber home