Soul

People judge me

By judging my words,

And when they judge my words,

They judge my soul;

Because those black markings 

On that clean white paper

Are the outpouring of my soul,

The very fabric of me.

Go ahead and judge me,

It will hurt and make me ache,

I will change and grow better,

As my soul wisens and matures,

But you must learn to accept 

The mistakes and errors,

Because no one is perfect,

Let alone my soul.