I hate when people argue with me about things I know that are absolutely true.
I hate when people tell me things about me even though they have not a clue about me or what I do.
I hate the parking meters in Chicago.
I hate the low status of black people in America even though the prosperity of this country was built on the back of our ancestors.
I hate how black women in America are treated even though they were the only women able to birth slaves, the same people that helped America get rich.
I hate having to be the bigger person, especially when it’s not my fault.
I hate not having my first million at age 30 because of my fear and excuses.
I think that’s all I hate for now.