Hasty Assumptions Thoroughly Exaggerated

Hate

Is ignorance:

It’s when eyes

Skim past the story of scars,

Focusing rather on the fact

They’re there;

They let the jagged curves

Be sculpted by their own

Personal bias,

Molding the pain

Into something they can use

To exaggerate their own power;

When one of their experiences

Becomes a staple

Used again and again,

A single star

Used to create the universe of constellations

Dancing in their irises,

Rolling papers documenting their own life

Into a pinprick

Of a telescope;

When an entire identity

Is taken for a fuzzy dot,

Perceived as a singular handful

Of overused phrases

Rather than the intricate design

That has been years in the making;

When 

Hasty

Assumptions are

Thoroughly

Exaggerated