Humans Are A judgemental Race

She falls and trips down the walkway,

Stumbling and staggering from all she drank,

I hear her loud laughter as I pass her by,

Thinking to myself, she’s overfilled her tank.

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She attempts to sit on the nearest bar stool,

Misses and falls to the ground,

She laughs it off, staggers to her feet,

Manages to sit this time, as she orders another round.

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She talks without taking a breath,

Not that she’s easy to understand,

Mumbling one minute, yelling the next,

Holding the bar, knowing she can no longer stand.

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She mentions something inappropriate,

Not realising the pain she could possibly cause,

Repeating herself over and over again,

Without taking a breath or even a pause.

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I walk away shaking my head,

Has she no control, no shame,

When she wakes with a pounding head,

She’ll only have herself to blame.

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I later see her bent over a garden bed,

Emptying her stomach of the excessive alcohol,

Her body smarter than her control,

When suddenly her partner realises she’s gone awol.

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The next day we laugh at her expense,

Knowing she’ll have no memory of the night,

She’ll hang her head in shame,

Shy, apologetic, contrite.

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I next see her six months later,

Another drink held in her hand,

It’s early on as she talks coherently,

And smiles at her loving man.

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We later got to talking,

She’d run out of drink,

Only bringing enough to be social,

Making us all stop and rethink.

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In a quiet moment,

When we were hidden from sight,

She explains to me her anxiety,

And how she’s not the woman I met that night.

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She tells me how she struggles with crowds,

Either hiding away somewhere alone,

Or so drunk she’s everyone’s best friend,

As she feels like an outcast, it’s all she’s ever known.

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My heart breaks for this poor soul,

Who is so much more like me,

As I don’t fit in that environment either,

And we both feel like we’re a nobody.

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I understand where she’s coming from,

And wish I’d been less judgemental last time we met,

It’s a horrid situation to be in,

And we proved she had reason to fret.

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We really do need to remember,

We don’t know another’s story,

Be gentle of heart, empathetic,

Before we condemn others to purgatory!

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