Note from author: 78 years ago today the city of Nanjing fell and became Hell on Earth. This is the first year I actually understand what's going on and so I wrote a spoken word poetry to help calm myself. It's not fancy but it conveys my feelings. It's pretty dark so beware.

I, I am a Chinese,

Because of that I am born in hatred,

Because of that I am raised in hatred,

But how can I not hate, for my kin who have perished.

Hatred, it burns within me.

78 years ago this fated day,

The government failed and the invaders came.

The legend goes that there is are stones

Dyed by blood to the deepest red.

Hatred, it threatens to set me aflame

I want to love everybody on Earth,

But how can I when hatred blinds me?

It covers my eyes in layers and layers,

Yet when I try to tear it off, I am called a traitor.

Hatred, I hate myself

I hate myself for running away,

I hate myself for liking certain things.

I hate myself for trying

I hate not only others, I hate myself too.

Hatred, will it ever stop?

I feel ashamed, I am a disgrace,

I hate the world for adding that to me.

I hate myself for my lack of self-control

I binge on things to take me from reality, just like opium.

Hatred, he was my playmate in the nursery.

He was shoved to my side the moment I was created,

Even in my mother's womb he whispered to me.

Now he's so close he lives inside me,

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.

Hatred, it's an everlasting cycle for me.

Will this ever stop? I don't know,

They never knew what they have added to every Chinese.

Hatred, it's a cruel punishment,

It's still there carried on by each generation.

Hatred, it's the monster inside of me.

They've planted that thing in us with a name of hatred,

Into every Chinese as if we can't feel.

Yet, I hate, I hate, I hate every day,

Every breath I take feels wasted away.

The only cure is them.

If they set their pride aside for just a moment,

If they would just say sorry.

I, as millions won't hate every day,

Help, I'm begging you please make this stop.

I hate myself for having to beg for help.

I hate.