You see a rugged man on the street

Your eyes pierce through his soul as you being to frown

And then both of your eyes meet

You label him as the user

the abuser

the loser

You dont even know who this man truly is

But you judge him anyway because of his rugged look

Yet you dont know if he is a doctor, a lawyer

Or maybe he even wrote your favorite book

Maybe he is just a regular man

Hard working like you

Struggling to make a living from day to day

Somehow making it through

But either way you dont know who he might be

You judge him based on what it is your eyes see

Then as we pass him and keep driving on by

You shake your head and then you sigh

You look at me and begin to say

"Please dont marry a loser like him one day"

I am appaled at the words you had just spoken

Hearing you say such a cruel thing had left my spirit broken

Maybe that man was the user

was the abuser

was the looser

like you said he was

but dont say that when im around because

My heart is still pure and is still good

My mind still the way that it should

I still try to see the kindness and the loving heart

And I dont judge others when I meet them ... not from the start