You can slice my name
With a steak knife,
Cutting it into pieces,
But don’t ever, EVER
Judge my situation.
You have never strolled
In my slippers and boots.
My pain and agony doesn’t negate
Anyone else’s suffering in the world.
I have never silenced you,
Dismissed you,
Ridiculed you,
When you told me about
Your heartaches,
Your tragedies,
Your suffering.
I’ll never look down on you
Because of what you went through.
Don’t look down on me
And don’t judge me.
–by Maria Mocha © 2008






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