Posted in original

Judge Me Not

like an open book you tore me open

bold enough to put highlights on my words

as if you comprehend what they mean

you read on without understanding

brain, empty as a drum


you see the cover page and instantly think

otherwise of knowing further

as if I have scales that hurt, you throw me aside

to be left in the dark corner

’til dust settles and covers me whole


my pages you rummaged, not careful of hurting me

you measure my capacity

by the thickness of the pages I hold


what do I hold?

what do I speak of?

have you even grasped the knowledge I shared?

the secrets I held?