Angry Poem

I hope you know
When you cast judgement
On someone else
You are saying nothing about that person
But you speak of yourself--
Your bitterness
Your hatred or jealousies
You shine a mirror when you speak such negativities
That have no basis
Except, in your opinion...

I know you know
Your judgement hurts.
Your poison seeps into the air
And into the ears of susceptible bodies with little egos
waiting to grow

A rose does not head the thorns you posess
They prickle my skin like the bare briar
They are as beautiful as barbed wire

Your high horse talk looks like
Weeds under a telephone pole or
Pollen-soaked rain or
Oil in a puddle.
And when these picturesque atrocities
spill from your rose-like mouth

You look like them, too.