Stop Judging (Prison Poem)

Please don't point your finger
because my Dad's inside,
yes I've had my moments
where I've broken down and cried.

At first I felt embarrassed
and ashamed of being me,
but then I suddenly realised
fu*k you and leave me be!

They're far to quick to comment
they'll throw the book at you,
but if I may, I'll point this out
you're hardly perfect too!

Yes my Dad's locked up inside
and has to serve the time,
so please don't point your finger
as that too is a crime.

I'm the victim too in this
and take that as you please,
because this prison journey is
no simple walking breeze.

stop judging, I am innocent
grow up and leave me be,
my Dad's the one behind the bars
not my kids or me!

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Dedicated to a friend of mine whose Dad is in prison

TH copyright 2009

Carolann thats a really hard hitting ditty.

wow! So true and hard hitting like Tommy said.

A very poignant poem indeed. The last stanza is powerful and hits home. Well done C.

brilliant Carolann

I like how you say it's a crime to point the finger at you and I agree. Very true words.