How Can You?

A short poem about being judged and how we judge others whether we realize it or not.

How can you judge me without walking in my shoes?

How can you judge me about a life I didn't choose?

 

How can you judge me without even knowing my name?

How can you judge me not knowing if we're the same?

 

How can you judge me based on the color of my hair?

How can you judge me by the clothes I wear?

 

How can you judge me because of my weight?

How can you judge me not knowing my fate?

 

How can you judge me because of where I live?

How can you judge me not knowing what I give?

 

How can you judge me based on the color of my skin?

How can you judge me not knowing what's within?

 

The next time you judge me because I am not like you,

remember to think twice....

Because there's someone judging you too.

Author's Note

please ignore grammar and punctuation errors, they are less important to me than the message I am trying to project.

Reviews

[Brenda Sue]

I love it, it teaches a very good lesson. A lesson that we have to remind ourselves of everyday. Wonderfully penned.

[Mary]

wow. I think that's all I can say. Wow.

[None]

I tried to think of someone who never judged and I though of Mother Theresa. I'm sure there are others but honestly, it's difficult not judge at certain times. Your poem has such great rythm and reads so perfectly! Your content is superb as you bring up so many valid points. Judging is a learned trait and we can unlearn it, too. You've got another beautifully written poem here!

[Rodwonder]

This is so very true... It's not everybody that does the judging but just enough to be a pain.

very blunt, true, honest and shows a good variation of the different types of bullying there are, with a somewhat nifty message the end to bullying SWINES who should be attacked! haha :) just a good, in depth and insightful look into the subject of discrimination- poignant- well done! Look forward to seeing more soon :) x

[Kasey Klein]

The James Dean style straw man argument is difficult to pull off.

Joe South, back in '69 wrote:
Walk a mile in my shoes
just walk a mile in my shoes
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Then walk a mile in my shoes

Avril writes a great line: You can't see the world through a mirror.

Aesop wrote this wonderful tale about a man being born with two bags. One bag on his chest, where he keeps the faults of others; the other bad, on his back, where he keeps his own faults.

And Jung, well, Jung was Jung.

"Our differences are only skin deep; our sameness goes to the bone." Homer Simpson

You're coming at a universal theme here.

I like what Golding would call "The fire of youth" in this poem. The anger; I can almost see a mournful fist raised to an unyielding sky.

A good message nicely expressed.

[Candle in the wind]

I remember song a I loved when when I was a child
" Walk a mile
Walk a mile
in his shoes
Don't put down criticise or abuse
See jsut how it feels to walk a mile in his shoes"
I hope to find it some day.
I hate judging and defining specially on the basis of noma and sanity
I hate constricting defintions and tags
I hate people standing on pedestals
I love your poem.

[Angelzzz]

Your poem makes one stop and think. Sends across a good message as well. I think everyone will benefit from your writing. I did. Being a mother of two i will strongly advise my kids to read this peice as well. Thanks for sharing your gift of writing to the world.

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And the message is; People are too busy judging to find time to love...including you...
Airing your grievance this way is a good thing, but by the same token you are harboring hatred and that can't be good...
Chees,
Helen :-)