If I had the ability to get rid of one thing
It would be the judgment we fling
At one another on any given day.
Because we feel that it is the way
To popularity; being “cool.”
It actually makes us look like fools.
Oh, why does he have long hair?
Maybe it’s because he just doesn’t care
What others think about the way he appears
Or just doesn’t mind what he hears.
Eyes like lasers and minds like knifes,
We singe the skin and impair the lives
Of those who wrong no one
And are all but just done.
Why should it matter?
Can’t we just flatter?
Our job is not to critique
The reasons we’re all unique.
Though, I can’t say I’m not like the others,
I’m standing here judging all the judgers.