Judged At First Sight
A moment, a glimpse
Was enough to make up your mind
It bears a gossip for your lips
My character harshly defined
With grime on my shoes
I pay less attention to my looks
Clothes within my reach is all I choose
Judged by the covers, like the books
On our very first meet
I smiled to you but lost your eye contact
You eyeballed me head to feet
Your hello had a tone of distrust
My accent, attracts dissent
You misjudge me if it is foreign
Always lost in the translations
Never rescued without a stereotype
Look into my eyes, and not my garment
Listen to my words and not my accent
Know me by the day and by the night
And you won’t judge me at first sight
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2019
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