Judge Poem by taneisha peterman

Like a locket the picture is hidden, who really stops to look inside?
the outside is descriptive enough, just look and walk on by.

who really opens a book with just a picture of a key,
not knowing thats the way to get inside and its really a great book to read.

what I'm saying is so much judge, before knowing whats really there,
all they see is a pile of dirt, not knowing whats been dug there.

i know its hard to look at trash and believe it may be art,
but we have to stop judgeing the looks and see whats in their heart.