How thankful
I am
that I got to know you
long before
I heard
all the things
they said about you.
It just
goes to show
how wrong they can be,
for humble
I am
you became friends with me.
To judge
someone else
before you give them a chance
is like
without music,
trying to learn how to dance.
We need
to look
at a person without bias
and let
them prove
what it is they hold righteous.
For until
we do
how, in fact, can we know
what’s inside
their heart
if we don’t let it show?
How often people just on hearsay. I liked your poem.
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