Do not ask me to hate
the ‘broken’ ones.
I am a broken one
because I am human.
You are too. You are too.
Do not ask me
to turn my soul inside out
so I might fit into your mould
of unrelenting judgement.
I am my own self, and I will love them,
even if you will not.
Always,
I will love.
Do not tell them they are broken
compared to you.
They are broken differently to you.
They are human, like you.
They are human.
Like you.
Yes, you could judge them.
But if I were you,
I would breathe first.
Would you like to be judged
for being
just the way that you are
because you are that way?
To judge another
is to place shame
in your own hands.
This I have learned,
and continue to learn,
the hard way.
One day, I will
be free.
And so will those
I continue to judge.
I choose a day of wonder
of shine
of love.
I choose a day beyond the never ending
notion
that I belong at the heals of another.
I choose myself, now.
I choose the people who care for my heart
like it is their very own sun.
See beyond the bend of your path
and you will find the rainbow of me.
See no further than the ties that bind you
and you will remain in the dimly lit room
of your lonely soul.
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