No Judgement Jamie

No Judgement Jamie always was told that judging others was vile and cold, all her teachers did proudly attest that living life without judging was best. And the media reinforced these words, to judge other people? Hateful! Absurd! To judge was the make them a victim, what peopled needed was more compassion. So at sixteen, at a big school dance, Jamie found herself approach by one Vance, she’d heard rumors he was a player cruel, wanting only sex, and bragging rights too. But she was no bully to judge all his acts, so she went with him to his car out back, when she called him later, Vance, he just laughed, and gave her Herpes on top of all that. Then there came college, and time to decide what she would do with the rest of her life, her father said study to bring in money, her mother said think if she would marry. But Jamie would not make that decision, she could not judge, would not build a vision, just went with her gut, a choice so easy, but nobody hires for gender studies… After college, working in a dime store, she met her a man with tattoos galore, her father advised,”That man is a thug.” her coworkers said they heard he dealt drugs. But she was in love, who was she too say if it as wrong or right to earn cash that way, they moved in together, it seemed all right, ’till police dragged them both out one night. After a night in jail, Jamie was clear, but had no place to stay that was near, the place she’d left, she couldn’t afford, but she got a deal from a new landlord. Got a new place in a rundown slum, her dad said moving to that place was dumb, but judging these people, that wasn’t good, it was nothing more than a neighborhood. Until one night, when a gang-banger charged, stabbed poor Jamie for the purse on her arm, she died according to her moral sense, but at least she didn’t make a judgement.