Three Times? Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Three Times?

I hated you once, then twice
But I ran out of gas hating you thrice.
So I held my head down on my hands
And decided not to hate so much.

I only ran out of energy
When I ran fast with hatred.
It didn't solve anything
But made things worse.

There was once a girl
Who wore hair in curls
But she couldn't do her mathematics ever
So I hated her.

I hated her once, then twice.
But I ran out of gas hating her thrice.
Her ignorance now was foreign to me.
Who was I to judge?