WhispersA Poem by CrowJudgment
I hear the whispers.
I hear the judgmental tone. "He's gay?" "She's lesbian?" "He cuts?" "She starves herself?" Then they ask, they pry, they want to know why. What makes you do such things. Then the ones with a brain and common sense looks away from the insensitive and sigh while shaking their head. The brainless looks confused, obviously not knowing what they did. They feel they did nothing wrong. "I only asked a question." they think but in the end the question isn't what makes someone feel judged. The question isn't the problem. It's the tone. It's the judgement. It's the whispers. © 2018 CrowReviews
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