You judge me by my skin, but this is just my shell.

You judge me by my religion, but why do you care if I go to heaven or hell?

You judge me by my gender, even though a woman can be just as amazing at life.

You judge me by the car I drive, the house I live in, and whether I have a husband or a wife.

Maybe you should try and give me a chance for a change?

Get to know me, and let me be who I am.

How about making sure you are perfect first before you judge me, and stop pushing your preconceived notions on everyone, then maybe we can all be happy.