What are the parameters you use,
to judge a life well lived,
a marriage to call it great,
a job to say it satisfies–
What are the parameters you use,
to judge my sheer laziness
my lack, my poverty or wealth,
to judge my life, my actions.
What are the measurement you get
after my speech had been quantified
by linear our quantum parallel equation,
an antiquity to our fault and purpose.
How is it that you can tell,
what my life ought to be.
All a farce.
By parameters faulty and rusted,
for the smiling one does of depression,
the couple spraying kisses fight behind closed doors.
Let man not judge I say or,
Let man judge, never listen.
Abasiama Udom is a Poet and Writer with words scattered all over including at Rigorous Magazine and U-rights Magazine. She lives in Akwa Ibom, Nigeria with her family (parents and annoying brother) and finds the time to sleep, dance or watch football. Twitter:@AneuPoet