Byron Headrick

(April 16 1972 / Scotsboro, Alabama)

Perception


FEEL FREE!
To
Judge me
And
Be glad
That I choose
NOT
To judge you.

For I have come to understand
That all that we perceive
Is based upon our own personal – history.

I know that a tree is a tree
Because at one time
I laid my hand upon something –
I felt it
I smelt it
I saw it
Hell at that age, I might of even tasted it
And someone called it – TREE
And since
All things that resemble
Are trees to me.

And my tree
May not be your tree
My tree
Maybe
Your shrub.

This leaves us
With only one thing to do
To simply
Agree
To disagree
And I will be thankful
For the unique individual
Of you
And you to be thankful
For me.

Submitted: Saturday, March 11, 2006
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  • Charles Chaim Wax (3/11/2006 11:30:00 AM)

    a wonderful narrative
    using a childhood memory
    to declare the
    inherent worth
    of every human being
    and the respect
    due to each person
    a fine and uplifting poem (Report) Reply

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