Judge Me Not
Who gave this world the right to judge me?
Everywhere I look, all I see is the jury,
But I'm not getting a fair trial.
Before I've even left my house,
you've hung, drawn and quartered me.
If I wear this I'm 'ghetto',
If I wear that I'm 'uppity'
I speak Ebonics & I'm a 'thug',
I speak English and I'm a 'washout'.
My own people only hear my voice,
The others only see my skin.
When did they replace god?
Last time I prayed, he was still there.
If he isn't, someone, please let me know,
Put me out of my misery.
Why do we hate so much,
When this prejudice only destroys us.
If some people looked in the mirror,
They would realise they don't like what they see.
Who decides what I am,
How do you define me?
You don't,
I define myself.
I am not a colour, creed, nationality,
I am me.
When I look in the mirror, I like what I see,
If that isn't the case for you…
Well, don't take it out on me
By Mon
Copyright © Lost Poet | Year Posted 2007
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