😏 Poem For My Haters - Bless You With My Silence Poem by WIN VENTURA

They gossip, they glare,
Throw shade like it's free,
But I sip my tea,
With my legs on the settee.

They said I'm too bold,
Too broken, too loud—
Yet still they stalk me,
Hidden in the crowd.

I bake, I paint,
I sculpt divine—
While they scroll and drool,
Wishing it was mine.

You say I'm cursed?
Nah, I'm cosmic, not cursed—
The universe tests diamonds,
That's why I'm rehearsed.

So hate all you want,
It adds spice to my poems & tales—
But I rise every time,
With grace that won't fail.

By: - WIN VENTURA