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Hello Red Cabbage Head readers,
I can’t really remember why or exactly when I wrote this. So it’s a found poem.
It’s Not a Laughing Matter
It's funny.
No, it really is.
When you spend your formative years being judged
you never stop expecting to be judged.
You look for it.
See it when it isn't there.
But you don't know it isn't there for you see it.
It doesn't matter how old you get or who it is.
Young, old they are all judging you.
In your eyes they are always judging you.
Can you ever free yourself of it?
This judgement?
That’s all folks, til next time.
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So true & so relatable.
Ouch, I feel this especially:
"You look for it.
See it when it isn't there."