Judge Not Another

Acutely awake
I lie on my quilt

Should I have said something?
She was a stranger
It shouldn't matter

But why did I feel the hurt
The wrenching, searing pain
That comes from self-pity

The image of her scorn rises before me
The look she gave
Spoke a thousand words

She looked down upon me

On my creased forehead
On my unshaped eyebrows
On my untrimmed locks
On my unironed shirt

Quite quietly, she sized me up
Saying a lot without saying a word

Turning I glanced at my newborn
Sucking his thumb

And I smiled;
Appearances are deceptive

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Word count:100


This is written in response to 

Write Tribe's 100 Words on Saturday 2014-12

The prompt this week:

"quite quietly"

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100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe

Also linking this to the Ultimate Blog Challenge for April


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