Teens are ingenious when coming up with reasons
To hate other families.
Maybe their dog's loose, barks at night, is aggressive.
It tore up my mama's good dress.
Maybe their kids are strange, sullen, then throw tantrums.
I don't try to understand, so I can't.
Maybe they're shut-ins, house decaying, expensive,
and balls don't come back over their fence.
Maybe they just have the misfortune of living
Where a best friend used to live.
Maybe they're rank nerds, or maybe they're too cool.
Hating what's different's the rule.
Though whole in the moment, my hatred's pure power
Is indefensible now.
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