They look at you side eyed comfortably.

The judgment they speak wanders like the company you keep around humbly.

People realize that certain judgments they carry find ways to segregate, isn’t that scary?

That determines how you’re perceived.

I have no reason to fast; things they do, like shoot first ask questions last?

Its rash, a feeling of itch.

Something that you completely want off your skin.

Let us not sin, but keep on a high note.

I see those snakes in the grass with a wide scope.

All hope no glory.

I cherish the days that were initially for me until I saw the deception, it was clear.

Sometimes, there are no exceptions;

Simple perceptions here.