This is my poker face
If you have seen it
In reallife
And you know that you have
Vexed me
Namely you
Doctors.

This is my poker face
If you have seen it
In real life
And you know you
Have vexed
For I am the devil.

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 %:'? "

"u ugly AF!"
One bigot
Had said

And I say "I am beautiful
In my own way
Both inside and out"

This clown is
Not a crying clown
But one that smiles
In the sun