It's Not My Fault! Poem by Queeny Gona

Life is Strange
Face is never the index of mind,
Well; It was thought that way earlier.

Smile on one's lips
Is not always from heart,
But today; it is the index for disaster.

Never did I hear,
Or met with the Plastic faces:
Thought I, Oh no! they are next doors.

Its hard to digest,
When your own race
Stands against you!

For sure; the smile on your eyes
Will calm down the calamity
As is the best antidote.