"Hate me" Lyrics

I've been thinking a lot lately about hating,
what eats at the heart of hate.
Because you know I hate people every day.
I hate tourists on Oxford Street,
I hate children on the tube.
And I hate slow walkers stopping me getting to my train.
I wanna grab their faces, say with all that rages,
get out of my fucking way.

But i don't, because I know my hatred is a ghost.
It's a quick-flicked switch,
a brief-lit wick.
It's a fake shade of hate,
just a frustration of place.
I mean don't get me wrong I'm not a saint,
i dislike a fair few people.
But that's not the same as hating.
That's not the same as wanting to stamp on their faces.

Haters always gonna hate they say.
And in some places if you ain't got hatred you ain't got status.
So let's play with the face of hate.
Hate me for a moment.
Hate everything i am.

Hate me because I am different to you.
Hate my words and my brothers too.
Hate me for my body,
that ends at my fingertips.
Hate my skin, my pigmentation,
hate me for the sensations I share with another in bed.

Hate me for my private moments.
Hate the tears I've shed and the hopes I've shared.
Hate my thoughts and fears and dreams,
hate the man I might yet be.

Then take your hate away, and make it something great.
Nurture your hatred.
Feed it and mould it like clay.
Stoke at its embers until its coals glow red.
Sculpt it like glass being blown,
till it fits the shape of your soul.
And hate will heat you in the cold,
hate will be there when you're alone. (When you're alone)
And at this point
I would speak of the crimes of hate
Screaming ugly
At a woman in a magazine
Of a woman in Iran stoned because
She was raped
And yes, this poem it about hate crime
But it's also about why
It's about Cameroon, Uganda and Russia
It's about a neighbour hating another
Men deciding on abortion rights
And Europe losing the right wing fight
The right wing fight
It's about LGBT
It's about immigrants.
It's about antisemitism in Hungary,
and Pegida rising in Germany.
It's about Orlando.
It's about invading mosques.
It's about a jungle in Calais and a black boy shot in the streets in the USA.
It's looking at a human race, that sometimes seems consumed and wasted by hatred
And standing up to that and saying, I am not afraid.