A little poem.
If you were judged…
every second, every minute,
Under a discreet gaze,
that laps up every error.
A bad action being
a judgement on your upbringing,
Even a good action
post-mortemed for unorthodoxy.
Will you still be able
to breathe free ?
To be yourself ?
To just be…. happy ?
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