Imagine Ever Judging a Person

A poem about appearances

Imagine ever judging a person, On the things they can’t control. Like the shape of their skull, And the state of their butthole.

Imagine ignoring their opinion, Thinking they’re worth so much less. Because their skin’s a little textured, And their hair’s considered a mess.

Imagine valuing a human, Based on the width of their thighs. As though kindness and compassion, Aligns with the colour of their eyes.

Imagine disregarding somebody, Just because their jeans don’t fit. Like flesh is a sin and size is a measure, Of the light their soul can emit.

Imagine thinking that appearance, Is important in any way. When really, it’s only the size of our heart, That dictates what our story will say.