Judge Me

JUDGE ME! Did you ever stop to ask if I am doing fine, Or what’s been on my mind? But you would rather comment on the amount of make-up I put on, Yes you would rather judge me- Maybe all I’m looking for, is a friend, You could have been there just to help mend; But you would rather comment on all the clothes that I put on, Yes you would rather judge me- My sisters, did it not make sense when I often stayed off work, And when I did return, all you did was smirk, But you would rather comment on the amount of days I was off, Yes you would rather judge me- Women! Look into my empty eyes. Listen to my silent cries. Feel my undetected pain. Are you not suppose to be a mother, a sister, a friend? Where’s the compassion that you show your own but not a stranger? Aren’t we protectors, nurturers, defenders? All the make-up, all the clothes and all the days off? They are just to cover the hurt! Sssshh! Its okay, don’t comment and don’t judge me.