Living Above Judgment

I walk beside someone men judged. A person born differently… A baby in its mother’s arms Not quite male; not quite female. A heart of gold, but not perfect. A soul faithful to its creator… Crying when fellowmen pain. Hardships befalling life remain. Childhood teasing for the “Freak” Ridiculed by other boys. Unable to walk down the street… Loved and cherished by family. Waxing strong in stature, Before long… adulthood came. Name calling by many strangers. And gestures meant to defame. Judging one soul without knowing. Not bothering to see the light. While inside a spirit grew… Steel gray eyes defending right. Justice honored by one of might! By day, or in the dark of night, Able to walk down the street… Loved and cherished by family. Head held high true to self Feelings out in the open, Never again closed in a shelf. Many loves and many friends… God’s love and strength did not end. No more acting as if a natural male. No more wanting to be female (More loving hearts…it seemed.) But walking tall beside me…living. No more pretending, One soul; one self; one God; we… (Soul mates finally together.) Loved and cherished by family. © February 1, 2011