she walks alone in the crosswalk
blistering tar permeating through her thin shoes
leaving a vague imprint on her pale feet
despair and heartbreak suffocate her.
but we do not see this for all we can do is mock
and ridicule and point our dagger-like fingers
our eyes peer at her and our glares leave a mark
similar to the burns etched on her delicate face.
these burns are what we see
not the story behind them
not the agony or the grief
not the terror in her eyes
nor the aching in her heart.
nobody can be bothered to peel the layers
to see selflessness and bravery
to understand and empathize with another.
how can this be expected though
when this world has nothing to do but talk
talk about appearances and actions
and choices not involving us
not understood by us.
with all the judging engrained in our minds
attributed to media of all sorts
spread by people of every race, gender, and sexual orientation
how can we suppress the judgements.
and how can we feel comfortable in our own skin
when we know judging is inherent
physical features are accounted for
derogatory terms fly at or past us left and right every day.
racism, sexism, slut shaming rule our lives
we are classified by a separate entity
a piece of ourselves that make us a whole but don't define us
judged by our mere differences in appearances and thoughts and actions and feelings.
our minds are corrupted
programmed to behave a certain way
without this programming
without this incessant need to judge others
to make ourselves feel superior
what are we?