Skin Like Baboo

I had a vision,  
Controversy,  
I would write taboo,  
My skin like baboo  
but seriously,  
It all went to shit.  
When those damn witch  
hunters became possessed.  
 
I only wanted a family  
its why I encouraged the kids,  
with their poise in poetry,  
I was no serious villain.  
 
Not with the children  
I totally respected them  
I only showed my peace  
But a male mud innocent  
burns like the other witches.  
I only wrote subjectively,  
of the beauty of young women,  
and we are not talking kids.  
 
I respected the adolescents  
and never once hit on them.  
Enemies tried with a girl called Kelley  
I scanned her image with AI sense
 
She was a fake of an enemy,  
and I lit the torch with gasoline  
and now they are abusing me  
Trying to get me suiciding,  
a brief of my poems' brevity,  
for my behalf in trolling  
those disgusting simpletons.