Analysis of Boiling Point
Hate me tirelessly and let your maleficence ooze its viscous form.
From the depths of a soul blacker than my skin you hate, hate.
Shun love. Shun peace. Shun warmth. They lie.
Nuzzle only that jagged, insatiable yearning for my sweet suffering. This will warm you.
Now watch the once-enlightened abandon you. Do not second guess.
This is you. Not a thing that you believe, not the product of your past.
This is you.
You are warm, now burn.
Burn me, I deserve it right?
Don’t answer that.
Burn them, you've come too far not to.
| Scheme | XXXAXXA XXXA |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11100011111101 10110110111111 11111111 1010110100101111001111 1101010010111101 11110111011010111 111 11111 1110111 1101 11111111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
| Characters | 529 |
| Words | 107 |
| Sentences | 17 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 7, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 11 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 37 |
| Words per line (avg) | 9 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 203 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 48 |
About this poem
I am black and African and in this poem I am the conscience of a white man on the verge of committing a hate crime
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Written on June 14, 2022
Submitted by 0chiel on October 18, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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