These things we hate

I hate cracks on the throat, it steals the voice.
When we lose consciousness
That the world rotates and revolves
And treat another with contempt
Nothing hurts like hurting the big toe
Maybe a break up without any explanation
It’s like drowning in the middle of the Pacific
I tried to help a kid at a pool one time,
It was a trap, my eyes were bloodshot
My nose filled my throat and head with death
Or every other day I wake up early,
And still be five minutes behind time
I hate men of colours, who always try to oppress others.

Victor Oyedele