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Judge Me Not
Judge me not by my bra size, but the size of the soft heart it hides
Judge me not by my non designer handbag, but what I carry with me inside
Judge me not by the highlights in my hair, but the things that light up my day
Judge me not by the cigarettes I smoke, but what these lips have to say
Judge me not by my deviant past, but the lessons that it has taught me
Judge me not by my taste in music, but the way that dancing sets me free
Judge me not by the selfies on my Instagram, but the smile that I try to wear
Judge me not by my postcode, but the path I journeyed to get there
Judge me not by my bank balance, but the way I’ve had to balance myself
Judge me not by the TV shows I don’t watch, but the books I have on my shelf
Judge me not by my ex-boyfriends, but the richness they gifted my soul
Judge me not by the ways that I’ve broken, but the things that make me whole
Judge me not by my qualifications, but the quality of my actions
Judge me not by the geeky things I like, but the way they give me satisfaction
Judge me not by the flesh of my booty, but the times I’ve chosen to stand, not sit
Judge me not by the car that I drive, but the sacrifice I made to get it
Judge me not by my sarcastic humour, but that I like to make light & laugh
Judge me not by the tattoo on my back, but the backbone I grew, and have
Judge me not by the fringe that I’ve cut, but all those things that have cut me
Judge me not by my crazy friends, but the fact that to me, they’re family
Judge me not by the hours I work, but that I believe in working hard
Judge me not by an aloof persona, but the reasons for choosing to guard
Judge me not by how young I look, but the playfulness I have inside
Judge me not by the pills that I’ve taken, but the pleasures that now get me high
Judge me not by the shoes on my feet, but the distance that they have walked
Judge me not by the money I spend on travel, but what that travel has taught
Judge me not by my height, but those moments in which I had to stand tall
Judge me not by my strict family, but how we’d never let each other fall
Judge me not by the darkness of my skin, but the colours of my pumping blood
Judge me not by the tears that I cry, but the times that I’ve conquered that flood
Judge me not by the clothes that I wear, but the scars that I sometimes hide
Judge me not by my lack of religion, but the belief I have in God’s life
Judge me not by fleeting looks and hearsay, try stopping at this station
Judge me not before you get to know me… come, let’s have a conversation
Judge me not by my non designer handbag, but what I carry with me inside
Judge me not by the highlights in my hair, but the things that light up my day
Judge me not by the cigarettes I smoke, but what these lips have to say
Judge me not by my deviant past, but the lessons that it has taught me
Judge me not by my taste in music, but the way that dancing sets me free
Judge me not by the selfies on my Instagram, but the smile that I try to wear
Judge me not by my postcode, but the path I journeyed to get there
Judge me not by my bank balance, but the way I’ve had to balance myself
Judge me not by the TV shows I don’t watch, but the books I have on my shelf
Judge me not by my ex-boyfriends, but the richness they gifted my soul
Judge me not by the ways that I’ve broken, but the things that make me whole
Judge me not by my qualifications, but the quality of my actions
Judge me not by the geeky things I like, but the way they give me satisfaction
Judge me not by the flesh of my booty, but the times I’ve chosen to stand, not sit
Judge me not by the car that I drive, but the sacrifice I made to get it
Judge me not by my sarcastic humour, but that I like to make light & laugh
Judge me not by the tattoo on my back, but the backbone I grew, and have
Judge me not by the fringe that I’ve cut, but all those things that have cut me
Judge me not by my crazy friends, but the fact that to me, they’re family
Judge me not by the hours I work, but that I believe in working hard
Judge me not by an aloof persona, but the reasons for choosing to guard
Judge me not by how young I look, but the playfulness I have inside
Judge me not by the pills that I’ve taken, but the pleasures that now get me high
Judge me not by the shoes on my feet, but the distance that they have walked
Judge me not by the money I spend on travel, but what that travel has taught
Judge me not by my height, but those moments in which I had to stand tall
Judge me not by my strict family, but how we’d never let each other fall
Judge me not by the darkness of my skin, but the colours of my pumping blood
Judge me not by the tears that I cry, but the times that I’ve conquered that flood
Judge me not by the clothes that I wear, but the scars that I sometimes hide
Judge me not by my lack of religion, but the belief I have in God’s life
Judge me not by fleeting looks and hearsay, try stopping at this station
Judge me not before you get to know me… come, let’s have a conversation
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