the color of the skin is only
a fragment of the person
the way they move when the wind blows
show how there colors paint there picture
only they decide their way only if
the being normal can stay
no one is an person that can fly or float
but all dreams are allowed
but what do i see in the clogged pictures that i see in the clouds
judge me not because i wear a black scarf
judge me not because my body does not represent
a figure of wine
do not jeer me because I can't be a speaker
but cheer me on
as i march through the storm
judge me not because i battle my loss
judge me on my good deed for today make me a
story within it's own journey like an
extreme person who climbs a water fall in
the boat of dreams
but judge me not because to you when you judge me things may not be as they seem.