©Lozan Yamolky
Unless the city sidewalk
has even once, been your bed,
try not to condemn the homeless.
Unless you lived countless days
and countless nights
sad beyond words,
try not to pass judgement on those
battling depression.
Unless you have been betrayed
by a person you trusted,
try not to be too quick to criticize
those who have difficulty trusting.
Unless you have felt
the deep anguish of a woman
terminating her pregnancy,
try not to hatefully question
a woman’s right to choose.
Unless you have been displaced
in search of a new life,
in a foreign land,
try not to scorn a refugee.
Unless you have been ill
to the point of finding it difficult
caring for yourself,
try not to judge those living
in messy homes.
If you have never had to choose
between dressing well;
feeding your hungry stomach;
buying your medication;
pay your utility bills;
or keeping a roof over your head,
try not to be condescending to those
who looking poor.
My heart aches seeking freedom.
My spirit loves living life.
My crying voice sings beautiful songs.
My arms spread wide, seeking peace.
Reach out for me,
I am everywhere.
I am the needy
you just passed by.
I am the one
you just avoided making eye contact with.
Talk to me.
Do not fear me.
Come close to me.
Do not turn your back on me;
I am here
because I am a part
of your life’s journey.
©Lozan Yamolky
I’m No Hero
Published in 2016 by Silver Bow Publishing
Photo by: Helene Levasseur
