We judge the poor man because we don't know how it feels to have nothing.
We judge the prostitute because we wonder how she could stoop so low.
We judge the beautiful people because we are jealous. But we don't know the pain they are living with.
We judge the disabled because we've never walked in their shoes.
We judge the famous because we don't know what it would be like to be famous.
We judge the dropout because we don't realize that simply, he needs more help than others.
We judge the angry because we don't understand what is making them hurt.
What is wrong with the world . . .
Hello lovely people, you've probably noticed by now that I write a lot about judging. I hope you don't mind. It's simply something I'm passionate about. I've dealt with it a lot in my past and have seen many of my loved ones get judged, and let me tell you, the results are often times heart shattering. It makes me sad that the world is so hurtful. And although there are shimmers of goodness still out there, there is still a lot of things that cause others much pain and hurt. I hope this poem inspired you even a little bit, and as always please let me know you're thoughts.