A crowded path in a square.
Behold all eyes on you.
And follow along the whispers.
Lies, anger, and fear in a line.
Ready to fire was spoken.
Like weapons in disguise.
You stand apart from the others
Waiting to hear their toxic words.
And labels they bestow on you.
Not a gift, but a giving.
Not much you can do.
But stand with you head held high and stand your true you.
Everyone is judge at some point in life.Either it's for their looks, clothes, or lifestyle.Could be because they are different.We learn to judge, because of society.We should learn to not judge.This poem talks about judgement.Please vote and comment your thoughts.
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PoetryPoems Some of these poem are based off some things that happen to me. They also represent how you need to stand up for what you believe in. Be yourself, because so many people don't have that right. But we do and you shouldn't pretend to be someone...
