Poem -

Judgemental

Judgemental

You can't tell me who I need to be
because you don't know who I am
& you can't tell me where I need to be 
because you don't know where I stand.

This is my life & it's a race I am
running, I don't owe you an 
explanation for my beliefs.

Stop looking at me like when
God was crafting me He took the
beautiful design threw it in the trash, 
& then used a spare.
& you can stop telling me
I'm not gonna make it cause I'm already
there. 

Well, guess what you judgmental freak!

You did not pave the walkway of my life,

My hike is not your journey, 

You aren't the one who determines 
how I'll end up on a gurney.

You aren't Me, you are not 
my M.E. (medical examiner), 
even though I am dead to you.

You do not care about I and that is absolutely fine.
After All, I do not wake up to shine for you,

My life is not a shrine to you,

I am not your piece of paper
to write on...
but I can be the shoulder
you lean on. 

I am not here for you, but I 
can be there for you. 

Let us be an infinity of endless happiness
where we can be ourselves

& I promise I won't look at
you the way I look at myself as long
as you don't see me as smaller 
than your persona

we shall spend infinities together, 
So I hope you don't mind my
small case of arachnophobia.

Can we please spend an eternity
together free of judgment.  

 

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