For Fakes I Admire Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad

Talking, making that sound,  
'Morning, you bound? '
Glad, morning from me found. 

I hate you on that ground,  
Standing bitchy, so profound,  
Talking, making some joke,  
Jokes that make me sound,  
If only a punch for every word you spoke. 

I hate that I heard them say,  
You are my blood, my sister,  
I hate that I see them consider,  
Me, a being, a bloody brother,  
To a heartless loving creature. 

I hate to say I love you,  
With a tear, a wish you would do,  
I hate to say I care,  
For tears, for fakes I admire.