What is in the heart of judgement
I do not know where I stand as a wanderer of this subject
Is it in the look of the alcoholic’s eyes
Is it in the unfed bones of the neglected child
Is it in secrets of charitable lust by the prostitute
I do not know where I stand to these broken souls
As I too am in pieces of humility
How can categories justify themselves
The beggar needs the food
The gambler needs the money
The lover needs a partner
As I have said before
I cannot judge upon any
For I have my own wants, needs, desires
The alcoholic still has his bottle
The neglected child still has her smile
The prostitute still knows her way home
I…I have my passions
I also have my faults
Judgement…a human ailment
A subject that I stand as a wanderer to.

                                -Lia