If you knew how much I hate you

If you knew how much I hate you
you'd be afraid of me
my silly smiles and warm coming legs
the negritude of years gone
inscribed in my skin
so deep
you wouldn't know where
to start looking
if you guessed that
my rivers of tears are rivers of spit
you'd knew to hide
but you rather pretend
so I don't run
you rather bob bob
bop bop your bolly head
than face my hatred
and as always
I keep going
you keep going
train trails
hearing my screams in the distance
and nothing
nothing
happening
but this strange feeling
that I've been here before