Judgmental Jerks
There are always some people I want to slap in the face.
In fact, this occurence used to be pretty common place.
They'd 'pretend not to stare,
Probably assuming I was unaware.
They'd softly giggle to each other about my abnormal movements,
Then they would proceed to complain about my loud grunts and sounds emphasizing My rudeness,
Internally I'd groan, because I knew what'd come next.
They'd venture over to me, looking perplexed.
"What's wrong with you?" they'd ask.
Then I'd put on my mask,
I'd wear my calm face, although squirming inside.
"I have tourettes and can't control it." I would shamefully sigh.
SHAMEFULLY. That doesn't sound right.
Are people like me less than human some how, do we bark, howl, and bite?
Do they realize that we are not some exhibit at a zoo,
We are not animals in cages with bars that any one is free to stare through.
Why should MY or ANYONE ELSE'S self worth ever be diminished because of someone else's ignorance?
No one should ever be put down for something as pointless as their appearance.
Why can't society stop asking "What's wrong with you?"
It's not their place to judge anyone for what they were born with or what they do.
Maybe it's not me with the problem, maybe it's you.
Maybe this long drawn-out poem will give the judgmental jerks a clue.
They need to respect, learn, and listen to people to gain a new view.
Not everyone's the same and with no further ado,
Even if you're a judgmental jerk there is always time to reconstruct bridges, fix things with duct tape, and say you're sorry too,
All done with the goal of starting anew.
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