In this time and age.
I’ve noticed something strange.
We live in a world of judges.
They stone you hard you can’t dodge.
Jury pass their verdicts.
Without asking what the matter is.
No deposition, No investigation.
They bang their gavel of condemnation
Smacking with utter indignation
We do it as if we’re no human.
Or the “accused” is born of no woman.
Who poisoned our organs?
Why do we live like pagans?
I don’t know.
Honestly, I don’t.
“That cry is crocodile’s”.
“That “miracle” is make-believe”.
“Third abortion, you reckon?”
“High on weed, I think”.
Excuse me your Honour,
Are you that straight?
Are you a saint?
Born with no sins?
So sweet, no shit?
You don’t even know me
But you’re so quick to judge me
How you judge that, your Honour?
I think I’m a girl
My mirror says I’m not
My mum doesn’t understand.
And my friends say I’m nut.
Yeah, I know it’s weird.
But please don’t rub it in.
I didn’t choose alone to live
I once loved, married and made love
But I was used, abused and refused
Now an accused?
Do you know why I wear the skimpy dress?
Do you know why I smoke the pot?
Do you know who sired the baby?
Do you know what it takes?
To work like hoe, live in a hole, with no hope
Tell me if you do.
Or stop playing God
Let me ask you, your Honour
Do you know the pain of a single mother?
Do you know the fear of a “sinner”?
Do you know the future of men like me?
Do you really know my pain?
Tell me, will you walk in my shoes?
Have you ever been raped?
Of your tomorrow and your virtue.
Am I here because of what I did?
Or because of who I am?
Do you really need to judge me?
When last did you pray for me?
Or am I beyond prayers now?
You know what?
No more questions,
I rest my case.
Image: Google Image(edited by Pensoul)