How many of you have cast your stones
Flung them at me unthinking, callous,
Like monkeys flinging shit at glass
Like tigers breaking bones?
Have you bruised my flesh until I bleed
From being cast out, tossed aside
Into a ditch by the road and you all pass by?
I bow my head and your love doesn't heed.
You look on my naked soul and deem me less
Than those who had full tables all their lives
And no matter the repairs I put to my torn hide
You judge me only by my wounds, my brokenness.