Not savage beasts my oppressors, but those that told me they loved me, have done me wrong.

When I am faced with an enraged predator, I know exactly what to expect, and can consider what I should do with good information. This is not the case when I am told I am loved.

No one that I knew hated me could have done me the harm that those I believed loved me did.

For this reason alone, I love them that hate me. They do me a favor by being honest. They all deserve bear hugs!