You walk down the street,
thinking people you have never met
are something else, by the way they look.

Him, you think, he must be
Useless, unemployed,
for he stutters down the road
like straight lines don’t exist.

Her, you think, that skirt
must mean she's just a
girl from the corner
of the road.

You take the top layer
and look no further
to the person that could be below

That man you saw:
He's ill and grieving
for the life he knows
is leaving him.

The woman: she dresses
that way because
without the job she has
she cannot feed her family.

You judge the faces and words of people
you never really know
you call them fake and criticise...
and then you get angry when they do the same

The End

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