Judgmental

I think I’m judging people by preference and colour,
And I’m so wrong and hateful! I must find ways to change!
We can’t deny our fathers, or hustle one another
For wearing veils or praying, or looking different rather
Than normal as we see it and think upon these days.

I’m saying this, and some might suddenly say “Bravo!
You’ve overcome your failings and learnt to see the right
And wrong with clearness! Revel, and watch your selfish ego
Mysteriously shrinking and flying out the window
And welcome righteous feelings to see you through the night”.

But have I changed? Can really, a man deny his passion
And sell his soul for pieces of rust and disbelief
That he would mask, like lovers dismiss their truthful craving
And hide behind an awful confession about caring
And loving, so their partners can never know they cheat?

There’s right and wrong, but never will they have equal meaning
To everyone, as people stand different in the world.
I have believed you saying I’m wrong to judge a being
And take away his beauty for loving and believing
Odd things I hate or people I can’t have feelings for.


And though I know how foolish my mind can seem to others,
I stand by my abjection and never ask for love;
I judge, and loath! Let Devils decide my faith and wonder
And stop my heart, or rape me and keep me underwater
‘Till I give in, and demons come up to take my soul.

I fall apart inside me, and yet I am this person
I thought I knew, so someday, if needed, I would change;
But I believe in reason, and not the rights of people
I live inside the circle, and frown on every single
Societal conviction that makes my spirit rage.

I can’t accept same sexes confessing vows of marriage,
Or more than one religion upon a single land;
And wrongly as it sounds I separate the colours
Like grooms in shops or gardens are separating flowers
Before they choose which flower is perfect for the bride.

So here I am, all sinful, confessing dark ideas,
But honest thoughts, though painful, are weighting more than lies;
As I cannot look happy to make me welcomed, neither
Can I betray my standing or make my lips look sweeter
To gain one’s trust or loving when I’m all frost inside.




So have your say; I’m willing to look you in the eyes and
Never fear one second of what I’m bound to hear;
My love has left me, passion, has moved away, forgiveness
Is just a dream I’m having at nights when all my demons
Come up to whisper frightful envisions in my ear.