The Hate You Give

One, two was usually buckle my shoes, and three, four was to knock at the door; but these days nursery rhymes don’t rhyme again. Especially when after the rain, you have to explain to your three year old cousin, how his father, your uncle, was shot by the police for no reason at all.

These days, nursery rhymes do not rhyme again. For they have been replaced with life and survival skills, of having to put your hands where they can be seen, and running away when a stranger calls, and counting your pants to make sure none is lost, and lying face flat when the guns blare again, and countless survival skills all because we hate.

Younglan Louis