The Judgement

[ShrowdedPoet]

I look around and I see it in their eyes. They're judging me. They don't know me but they're judging me still. I'm different. Not what they think I should be. People fear what they don't understand. And me, they don't understand me. I'm not a bad person. I believe in light and love and the natural beauty of the world. I find myself in awe every day of the wonders that the Goddess has bestowed on us, her children. This to them though, it is wrong. And so I am judged. My intelligence means nothing to them. My essence of being is tainted by my difference and that makes me wrong. No matter the beauty that glows from my soul I will always be the dark that they fear. I stand before this podium as the gavel of public opinion is banged and the judgement is reached. Guilty is the verdict bestowed upon me. . .