THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

While you were asleep 

I was pouring out my heart 

On my cracked iPad 

As I lay in the dark 

The thoughts I express

May not impress you 

But they are my thoughts 

And every word is true 

I am aware that at sunrise 

When you open your eyes 

You will sit as judge and jury 

Over the things I have said 

But keep in mind 

That they were born in my heart 

And not in my head

I seek no special treatment 

But to be understood 

You can start by forgetting about skin color 

And my neighborhood 

So may your judgement be righteous 

And your thoughts be pure

Remember someone is judging you 

And you would not want to be 

Misunderstood.

By

Wilford Barker.