Don’t Judge Me Yet by Abel Dube

They said move aside slightly

when you stand before the light,
it projects scars on the wall
they resemble drops of blood
smeared by an uncanny force
people will join the dots and draw perceptions
and see your nakedness
Don’t walk on the streets you are too broken
people will piece you together
and see your pain
and make you an object of pity.
They said
don’t be you
people may get to know you.