From Within Poem by Janice M Pickett

There is only one man
That is I...
Created in the image of God
Multilpied by gender and perfect image

Tested by time
Moulded through historic events
influenced by association
Given the same feelings and emotions

No perfect man am I
Flaws have found their way
into a form once devine
I am no different from my brother

Within this soul
which I house
Lies understanding
Lies a genuine love of others
Lies the key to kindness and understanding

Who am I to judge?
Who am I to cast the first stone?
Who am I?

If I were to climb in anothers skin
Feel the pains and the injustice
Share their emotions
Would I dare to cast scorn or Judgement?
I think not

For the feelings I would feel
The pain I would inflict
would be my own
My shadow would be cast over
not only my victim, but on me