Judged

The winds rip through my skin
Pierced words where I stand
What green eyes hide within
Who I really am
My dark lips say nothing
As my heart breaks my chest
Hearing my thoughts
Circling round my head
Strong feet take me
Where I am heading to next
Sorrows spokem
My love open
Back to my beginning
Does this beauty show?
Am I more than what is seen
To be
More than my words
More than my looks
More than what is judged of me

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Comments
So true, Megs.
From a very early age we are taught by our elders to never judge a book by its cover.
Still, it happens.
We all know the reasoning behind this; a novel's amazing cover art may draw you to it, yet you achieve nothing but disappointment after having read the book.
Just as we should not be judged by the types of topics we write about most often, neither should we cast aspersions on others for their choice of literary topics.
For example, I prefer to read & write dark horror poetry and prose.
However, I am hardly a scary guy in person. How scary can someone be who's walking a five pound, 17 year-old Chihuahua with a black studded collar and leash?
Great poem here.
Warmest wishes,
~Dean Kuch ♥☠️♥