JUDGY BITCH

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Your perception of me
Pre-existed from some
Moment in history
Your prejudice mind
Reasoned that way

Jealousy?
Immaturity?
Listening to a rumour?

I. Stand. Accused. Of.
Being who I am
Saying what I believe
Seeing the world as I perceive

Think of me as a tree
In a vast forest of sycamores
I may bend toward the East
I might not be strong – I’m the shrubbiest
My leaves; a different shade of green
But I still belong
And my trunk has knots as you can see
But. I. Am. Still. A. Tree.

Do you not agree?

WE are also miracles on Earth
Look in a mirror
Take a good look at yourself
The smug niche you have shelved
We are both human beings
With faults that make us
Who. We. Are. Today.
To discriminate
Alienate
Perpetrate
Pains me more than I can say
If only you would
Show self-love first and know
It’s the only way you will grow
SO
When you see this tree
Please accept it as me.
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