So you want to hear my story
To tell you where I came from
But can you handle it
Will you really listen to me
Or will you just continue to judge me
Instead of asking me where I am headed
Will you believe me when I tell you my story is true
What I was I am no longer
Or will you continue to preach to me
Freely giving me your sanctified opinion
It has often been said not to judge someone
Till you walked a mile in their shoes
But yet so many people do
Having no clue my story could be yours
My friend, words hurt, and actions or lack of actions hurt too
You said love is enough, but even the good book
Tell us we show love by our actions
My road has been hard the journey has been long
At times I wanted so badly to give up
I thought I was losing my mind
But yet I kept going although I felt at times all alone
And now I am stronger, wiser, compassionate, less judgemental
And if you had to walk a mile in my shoes you would be too
We’re told from an early age not to judge someone.
At least, not ‘til we’ve walked a mile in their shoes.
But judging someone is something that we’ve all done
It’s part of being human, not something we choose.
Usually, it’s the little things that we judge
Like someone’s hair or the style of clothes they’re wearing.
But, the biggest problem is when our thoughts won’t budge
Though that person may be someone who’s quite caring.
No one wants to be judged for what they have not done
Just because they happen to look like another.
Being seen for who you are is second to none.
Being loved for who you are is like no other.