The Knife of Judgment
Oh why do you judge me before I speak?
Why - for my skin?
For my language?
My name is…
The judgment is quicker than a bullet.
Millions of thoughts and knowledge apprehended.
Yet one comes to mind.
Why is life so harsh!
Why is everyone so short sighted?
Am I to be in my own kind for all life?
Am I different?
You don’t make eye contact with me.
For what you hear.
Rise above.
Rise like the phoenix.
Join me in a union.
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