Judge away for all I care
Judge me here while I declare
As long as my actions do not affect you
Your judging me is a reflection of you
To conform to a stereotype, long I have tried
Portraying myself as someone I was not inside
Yet judgmental remarks never ceased
The more I bent, the more they increased
You’ve called me modern, you’ve called me traditional
I’m sure you can think of adjectives additional
To criticize me as if it were your birthright
Have you considered such comments are impolite?
The clothes I wear, the places to which I go
When I return home, are not your business, so,
Your judgment on those counts is completely wasted on me
I’m not going to modify my behavior, you see
I don’t want to do so, but when you judge me
You give me the right to judge you based on reciprocity
Who knows I might cause skeletons in your closet
To fall out- would that make you upset?