Who Are You?

Who are you to judge me

Who are you to convict me of wrongdoing

Who are you?

A question with no answer

 

Who are you to judge me

Who are you to tell me what I can’t do

Who are you?

A question everyone thinks they have an answer to

 

But, yet no one does

Because of this wicked world it’s answered as

How you dress

How you express

But, I could careless

The color of your skin does not make you less

Imperfectness comes with success

 

So who are you to judge me

Who are you to be superior to me

Who are you?

A question that this nation tries to depress

 

But, who are you to judge me

Who are you to convict me

Who are you?

A question that is never asked but always thought of

 

Everyday it seems like more and more mess

How many times do I have to say I could care less

Your appearance does not make you less

Imperfectness is your success.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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