VENOM FOR THE ONES WHO CHOSE DARKNESS

You want to know the truth?

Here it is — raw, unfiltered, sharper than broken glass.

There are people out there

born with rot in their veins,

small minds wrapped in louder mouths,

their whole world smaller than a village road.

They don’t see humans —

only labels, shadows,

stories they invent to hide their own decay.

They mocked me, hunted me,

tried to crush me under their dirty boots.

Bullies calling it “fun”,

violence calling itself “normal”,

cowards pretending they’re clean

while throwing stones from mud-soaked hands.

They stare at my skin,

my sun‑kissed color,

and whisper trash like they know anything.

Newsflash:

I tan fast, and they think that’s an insult?

That’s their intellectual ceiling.

Imagine living that small.

And they tell me I should bow?

To them?

To people who can’t see beyond their own fence posts?

No.

I’m the daughter of a Transylvanian football legend,

and I will not shrink for anyone —

especially not for those who break others

to feel taller for a moment.

Let the world see this:

there are humans who choose cruelty,

humans who spit venom

and then pretend they’re innocent.

Not a nation.

Not a culture.

Just rotten hearts walking on two legs.

If anyone in England or America reads this —

know the difference:

evil has no flag,

only a face

and a pair of dirty hands

that always swear they’re clean.