Undeservingly so, I am judged.
What is it that moves you in such a way,
As to think of me as not worthy of breathing your air?
Do I not bleed and hurt?
Do I not get sick with the common cold?
Do I not need food and water to survive?
Do I not sleep in a bed every night and wake in it every morning?
Do I not despise being yelled at,
Or love being loved?
What is it of me that makes you ponder the very reason of my existence?
For I am just a version of you,
Only I contain a clean conscience.
One of zero judgement,
And one filled with an unconditional love.
So what makes you better than me, human?
No comments:
Post a Comment