I wonder my father said
If I wronged him

Well with the world
With terrorism
And the news
I wonder

Well with the world
And the holocuast
And news
I wonder

Well with the world
And its violence
And news
I wonder

About us.

That necklace I wear
I wear the blood
Of racists
In a pendant

That necklace
I wear the blood
of terrorists
In a pendant

That necklace I wear
I wear the blood
Of my enemies
In a pendant

That pendant is an omen
Of things too come
Who wrong people

Though i am
My living room
I dream of looking
At the stars
And visiting the cosmos
Like my mind
I wonder how it works
So complex.

Dear doctors
How can you
Call yourselves human
Yet cause suffering to Hindus,
Muslims,
Jews and Buddhists
You are not human
You are **** ****.

As I went to blueberry mountain
On a cloudy foggy
Day
I am reminded of my dark past
And the 100 shades of grey
Between now and then
It's almost white where I am
A color of hope.

This poem consists of a conversation I had with a hater on imvu
And on tellonym.me.


"***, your self witch"

"why do you have to bug me"

"you left a rude comment on my Pic"

"talk to my fists"

"write proper English"

"get off the app old lady"

"where's the love" - thought

Why
Be
A
Hater
When
You
Can
Be
Quiet
And
Save
me
An
F bomb.

I am ugly as f??!!
Why because I date a doctor
Because Tri-racial
I am beautiful as f!!!!!
Why because I date a doctor
Because tri-racial
Hater if you are hater
Be quiet.

"answers the tells *****"

"you are not pretty"

"you are not an artist"

"die"

"remove yourself from vu"

"What the %:'? "