Who Am I To George (Judge)?

I know I am not perfect
I can make your nerves swerve
I too was once a reject
I’ve had to walk a hellish curve.

Knowledge has taught me better
Knocking down those accusatory walls
Kicking out every demeaning letter
Keeping them off my stalls.

No wonder I don’t throw stones
Nor sneer at wayward cuffers
Nonsense has bullied these bones
Nearly everyone suffers

Oh! Who am I to judge?
Only God has the power
Or even hold a grudge
Openly men judge while we cower.

Vera