Judge me not
on the clothes I wear
or how I style my hair,
the way I sometimes stand
and stare, lost somewhere
in the mental headlights
like a blinded hare.
When I lose the thread
and I struggle to breathe.
Judge me not on the way
I weave my way through days
or on how I get wistful
watching the sunbeams play.
Judge me not
on the way I dream,
for they are my dreams
and they make me smile
when my heart is failing
to see the sunlight
through the leaves.
Judge me not on
the food I eat,
the way I speak,
the shoes on my feet.
Judge me not on
my lack of wealth,
for my banks
are overflowing
with all I will ever need.
Judge me not
on the books I read,
the music I play,
the shows I watch
and the paths I lead.
Judge me on my
character,
my morals, my emotions,
my love and my sorrows.
My belief that with a bit of care
this world can truly be
the beautiful place
it hides behind the mask
it sometimes wears.
Judge me on what I give
not on what I make,
I’m not here to take,
but to paint a world
I wish to live in.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
