Judge Me


Judge the way I grow
Judge the way I shine
Judge me by my lack of grace
Judge my spoken mind
Judge the way I love
Judge me by my silence
Judge the way I lose myself
Judge all of my defiance

None of me is for you
When you judge
You judge you too




Don’t make your self so small
You’ll slowly disappear
Another’s insecurity
is not for you to fear

Don’t set your self on fire
You’ll be reduced to ash
Another’s expectation
is not for you to cast

They’ll see you how they choose
What they believe is true
They’ll smile, they’ll talk, they’ll judge
and it’ll have NOTHING to do with you.

“Don’t Judge Everyone Else by Your Limited Experience.” – Carl Sagan

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

Sitting in the stands, watching a game of soccer, we cheer on our team and celebrate each score. We shout when displeased with a bad call and share the nervousness when there is little time left and one more goal could win the game, all from the stands as spectators.

For the players, it is a different experience. Their action dictates our reaction. To the players, the stand is their motivation and they will perhaps feel the disappointment of not meeting expectation hardest. Many of us have never experienced this perspective because our journey has taken us elsewhere. Our journey has sat us in the stands watching another’s experience as if it were our own, but yet never walking in their shoes.

Although the shared empathy of the player-spectator relationship is one to be admired, it is one to also remind us that our perspective is limited to our own experience. It is one, which can teach us, different people experience the same situation many different ways. We cannot judge how it is experienced because we are seeing this life from the perspective we have created with our own life’s experiences.

How enriching it is to realize the world is seen through many different lenses. How fortunate we are, to invite the player into our perspective and being allowed to share in the experience of a player’s perspective. It is a beautiful game, this life, and even more beautiful if we realize and engage in the realization that our experiences are limited. The many players in our lives can provide an even more insightful and beautiful view if we free ourselves from judging them sitting in the stands we have decided to see the world from.

“But People Are Oceans. You Cannot Know Them by Their Surface” – Beau Taplin

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

Walking along the shore, notice the seashells each wave gifted the sand. Most of our admiration goes to the ones that are unbroken, the ones with unique coloring, the ones, so big, they cover the entire palm of our hand. We gather some of these admired ones and decorate our lives with them.

But what if we took the time to pick the broken ones? What if we studied their jagged edges and asked them where their journey has taken them? What if we picked the dull colors and polished them clean to expose their radiance? What if we chose the tiniest shell and looked for the universe in their minuteness?

Just like shells, the people we meet every day, we often do not see. We notice their exterior and choose the ones who appeal to us. Meanwhile, the ones who seem broken, or ordinary, are assumed to be unable to add to our lives.

If we looked past what appears to us, we may see, we are the ocean. There is much more to each one of us than our jagged edges, our vibrant colors, and the way we fit into each other’s hands.


Jose Roosevelt's Architectural Awakening
Jose Roosevelt’s Architectural Awakening

Eyes to the world, how strange we are

Judging and comparing each other’s scars.

With smiling faces we say hello

Our honest thoughts, nobody knows.

Facades stay perfect, false expressions

Ensure we make the “right” impression

We fail to realize, we can’t control

How someone else defines a soul.

So what to do, but kindly observe

The strange relationships that we serve.

But don’t fall prey to fake intentions,

Allow intuition to guide pretensions

And if they see, you see them too

Set the example, be true to you.

Because the masks will fall away

Exposing fragile molded clay.

Eyes to the world, now we shall see

How perfect to be bare can be

To be ourselves is not so strange

To be a soul, to be the change.

Who are you to judge?


Who are you to judge my skin?
To be prejudice
to the body I am living in?

Who are you to judge my love?
To blindly hate on
this beautiful gift from above?

Who are you to judge my God?
to cast your stones
and call my creed a fraud?

Who are you to judge my dreams?
to mock the
future I plan to redeem?

Who are you to judge my story?
to celebrate my
failures and find fault in my glory?

Who are you to judge me so?
Oh now I see.
You are the one I point my finger to
forgetting three of those point right back at me.