Judgment

I walk through a room filled with judgment
And up a stairwell coated with parasitic beings
I wash my hands in a fountain of virgin blood
Then dry them in a coat of human flesh
I walk down a street
And all the people stare
I want to tear out their eyes,
And make them aware
I am human too
I live and breathe just like you.
I have feelings and thoughts
But with the way you treat me
My soul rots
I hope your happy
Because right now I’m def from the ringing sound of gunshots.

Reviews

[Eldee]

You spelled deaf wrong and instead of your it should be you're ;) Besides that I couldn't find any other technical errors. The poem itself is so blunt and the imagery so metaphorically true that I can't help but smile. You understand judgment very well, and when we begin to understand something we can help other people over come it. The fleeting way you write this, without rhythm or rhyme, speaks of the truth of judgment and prejudice. Like lighting each strike is different, but it touches all things.

[Adrian K. Smith]

There is a certain oddness to this piece, that yes, unfortunately, will result in some form of judgment from those that read it; and in doing so, they may overlook the sincere message that you have given birth to with your words here. Oh, yes, it is a little bit on the not quite what the average person would consider normal side of things, but all the same - it is still the ardent statement that one is human, regardless, and as such - deserves to be treated as such. As Aveira said, yes - defiant - presented with brutal honesty.

[Marlena]

"I am human too
I live and breathe just like you"