Poem about being misjudged by people who do not really know you. This poem speaks about people who indulge in hearsay without trying to get to know people for themselves. Their views and criticisms of someone are based on grapevine information or what is "ancient history." Rumors continue to spread from person to person, and soon all those around you have a negative view of you. If they would only take the time to get to know people for themselves, they would realize that not everything they hear is true and that we are all not that much different.
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