I am repeating this post…
Isn’t it strange to judge someone you don’t know at all?
Isn’t it stranger yet than many do befall?
Why do we sit and judge each other for our weight or skin?
Isn’t it sadder yet, when it is not a sin?
or is it?
you tell me…
Do your judgments imprison you or set you free?
Are you happy as you are?
Do you like your critics?
I’m sure you don’t.
But can you see?
You are the one that critiques me
If I told you the same, will you accept or go insane?
Who am I to judge I hear you say
But look at it another way…
I judge you and you judge me neither of us can be free
We’re both wrong yet we think we’re right
we set in our minds a bitter plight
we’re not happy with who we are
if we sit back and mock
be-careful of the words you choose you can’t turn back the clock
The person you’ve just hurt right there might be just the thing you need
someone that is useful and can help you in good deeds
The fat lady you call miss Spring is a nurse from intensive care
the red haired you tore to shreds works in psychiatric care
the four eyed git you slapped on the head night save you just from moments of death
so sit back and think…
Before you open your mouth and use your tongue make sure you’re attitude doesn’t stink
for you never know who they are, and what road you are on
the person you put down, might be the one who helps you grow strong
you never know your angels, you never know your guides
so don’t put down the strangers, just let them walk by.
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