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The judge inside us all

I am always bitching about people judging me by my looks, my tats, or who I am with. I think "How ignorant to look at me like youre better, you dont know me or what I'm about." When people look at me they don't know how my kind heart has been trampled on a few million times, they dont know I give friends hella chances before I let them go, they don't know that I made up for dropping out of school by getting a certificate in Property Management and Computers. They don't know that I took care of my mom when she had open heart surgery, they dont know that aside from my violence problem, I am a pretty loving person.

Then a thought hit me and I was trippin. I thought about how I see people day to day, and how I judge. I get so pissed when people think they know me and put me in categories, but I do that every day.

If I see a girl with a tight shirt on strutting her stuff, I automatically think shes a hoe who would bone my man. If I see someone with a certain color on, I get angry no matter how hard I try not to. And I carefully check to make sure they arent trying to dog me. If I see a girl with hella kids and no man, I think shes a toss up who cant keep a man, and prolly on welfare. If I see a black foo with a white girl, I think that broad must be a hoe and the black foo is prolly using her. Im not saying my thoughts are right. But I came to the realization that people who judge me are alot like me. I mean damn, I got all these tats, I always have a mean mugg on my face. I give people cold stares if they look my way, I dont even smile. I would think bad of myself too. So next I think someone is judging me, I think I will smile and let them know I'm not all that bad.