So tell me...

A poem about how people assume, and love to judge before personally experiences.

I've been told so many things about myself
Things to hurt me
drop me
make me fall.
But I've learned to let them go
Because my God says so
and what He says I will do
But you, yes you , you are not worthy
and you don;t have such significance to
judge me like you  know me
you talk to me like you want to
but all you do is mock me
you walk towards me like you care
but you seem to forget all the things you've done previously
But really in that cold, brick, heart
you know nothing and certainly feel nothing
if infront of me you speak harsh words and  all
I can do is sit their with my face of Modesty.
What can I possibly say to you?
All i can do is pray  for my soverign God to help me love my enemies!
But are you my enemy
Or a distant friend?
A distant relative?
A distant cousin?
A distant sister?
So please please tell me.............