JUDGMENT HAS A FACE
From behind a door, walking down a street, who
Are they,
They wander around, they look without a friendly
sound.
With paper and pen, not a friend as they may smile
But pretend,
Watched you are as you walk, speak, examined over
A way you dress.
Judge me with your thoughts but what is there to see
In you,
I am judged by those whom I never again see, strangers,
Some famil.
Judgment has a face, not the same as it changes from
Day to place,
.
We are judged with the rotation of our world, travels
With the wind.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
We often, start, judging those whom we met for the, very first time, based off of our own, prejudices, and, that is, incorrect, because, how can we, know how someone is, until, we’ve, interacted with them, for some time? We are, often, misguided by our own, prejudices.
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