My Truth

My Truth

A Poem by Sandra Acevedo
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Why do we judge people?

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Yield to judge or utter your ruling without knowing my heart…
for you have never asked me what its suffered,
where it’s been or who it’s loved.
Part with conclusions; and cease from sentencing me,
because you have never cried my truth.

In my addiction for peace and simple bliss…
I’ve learned to defend my right;
and knowing that I will keep my soul clear,
I shatter those full of judgment and pessimistic fright.  
So surrender and cry your own truth with no measures…
that it may free your heart and open your own to unknown pleasures.

 

© 2011 Sandra Acevedo


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A question I often asked, our first judgement is hard to control it is our first impressions and to me that is innate to each of us, part of our survival skills to measure one up quickly but often it can be wrong. Other judgements past that we can control if we chose too but that takes effort to see people for who they are instead of placing them into a box that we can identify easily. People focus on others and never focus on self so the molt in their eyes blind them from their own truth as they gave into others eyes.

A true poem about people and about them tending to their own pleasure. Nicely written.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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it is a human condition to judge..we should also understand that to judge ourselves against another is not always a bad thing..as if not in malice but in measure...to see who we are against another..and whether we choose to be like them.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A question I often asked, our first judgement is hard to control it is our first impressions and to me that is innate to each of us, part of our survival skills to measure one up quickly but often it can be wrong. Other judgements past that we can control if we chose too but that takes effort to see people for who they are instead of placing them into a box that we can identify easily. People focus on others and never focus on self so the molt in their eyes blind them from their own truth as they gave into others eyes.

A true poem about people and about them tending to their own pleasure. Nicely written.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Sandra Acevedo
Sandra Acevedo

Miami, FL



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What about me could I say to make you like me, what about me could I say to make you stay. Mother, lover, daughter, friend. It is who I am. more..

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