Haters, You Aint Perfect Poem by Samuel Adesunloro

Who laughs silently while I'm crying? Haters
Always protesting with their loudest voice 'Parr her! '
Always trying to dominate me
But you always fail cuz to me you're a pea.
With them there's nothing called home
That's explainable since they've been taking syndromes
With you lot, there are nothing called friends
Like my math teacher and Mrs Genz
'Are they on crack' sometimes I wonder
Always going off like a big thunder
You ain't big so don't act strong
Y'all know this is true so don't try to respond
I've looked up and down and everything bout you is wrong
Your hair is disgusting so you tried to dye it blonde
Your forehead is pointing out like one of those long rockets
Not only that, you're also a pickpocket
And you ask why I don't put anything in my locket?
You're as blick as the night sky,
Rude and bun so don't pick up a fight
Or you'll end up with a black eye
It's still unsurprising that you're comparable to the black night
Haters will always hate you so don't try to get on their good side
Or else, they'll get you when you're off guide!