Teen Poetry Collections

I Hate Them

by a young woman, age 16

I hate them,
Men, that is—
Sitting there,
With their stank breath. 

You can see it
Steaming…fuming
In fact from their
egotistical brains to their mouths. 

I hate them,
Men, that is—
Sitting there,
Like they have nothing
else better to do
Than to rot on their asses. 

I hate him,
Dad, that is,
Coming with his silence—
With his lack of words.
Taking power and control
When he is not needed,
When he is not wanted. 

I hate him,
Dad, that is,
Taking my innocence, power, and control.
Me wishing he would leave.
Taking me out of my nest—
Exposing me to a world I’m not ready for.


Dedicated to A.