Judge

 Don’t judge the person I was but the person I have become
 It may not matter much but I’d like to think I have changed some
 I was a knucklehead, always angry and my soul misguided
 My mouth ran off random insults, racially guided.
 Used all racial slurs like if it was normal for a Mexican-American,
 to verbalize hate to another when we’re all trying to be American. 

 So many regrettable past actions that I think no one should forgive me for:
 I’ve been a liar, a cheater, a thief, an addict and much more
 I can only hope that every day that passes I make it up to the world
 Maybe somehow, someway I can change someone as conflicted as I was before 

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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