The reckon each stride of my steps
They surmise each swing of my wine
They count each beat of my heart
They control the pulse of my blood
They number the bones in my pate
They don’t know me yet they judge me

Heads steer clear off my glance
Tongues clicking in annoyance
Clenching fist like a trounced grappler
They wrinkle their nose like I am an obnoxious stench
Their faces twist in a grimace of disgust
They don’t know me yet they judge me

They revile me for no good reason
Chattering maliciously for me
Even when I can hear their contempt
They say malevolent prayers for me
Begging the wrath of perdition upon me
They don’t know me yet they judge me

They haunt me in my seclusion
Their belligerence echo loud in my head
Their disparagement for me ride upon my soul
They choose that I be forlorn
Wrenching my bones from my flesh
They don’t know me yet they judge me

I married aloofness to be unbound
Free from their foul company
Yet they refuse to free me from their aversion
Indignation like cancer has eaten my pride
My blood pulsing with rage and vengeance
They don’t know me yet they judge me

A hoping mad storm raging at me

I Harbour my trepidation in liquor
I prefer to live in solitary fantasy
I can’t leap over my apprehensions
Fright becomes a loyal ally
They don’t know me yet they judge me

I swing my hips with poise
They say I sway my hips in seduction
I say prayers for their mercy
They say prayer for my condemnation
I sing an old love song
Yet I can catch hearts grumbling in disdain
They don’t know me yet they judge me

To be continued
Written by
Kos William