At every turn,

At every chance,

These people look at me with a gnarly glance,

What have I done that seems so wrong,

Was I a criminal, was I incapable, did I hurt them for so long.

I walk and walk and I lead to nowhere

The road coming to an end and I’m the only one on here

It’s better if I stay here because if I reach my destination,

I would have to deal with all of them

The people that stop and stare,

Frightened that I may go up to them and say

“ give me all your money” or something like that,

Yet I wouldn’t even hurt a fly but they don’t know that,

They judge and judge before they leave,

Also leaving me in fear of the consequences that I have never seen

It’s hard to remember why there is so much hate,

Does no one remember that we’re all the same

I may be coloured and darker than them

But don’t they remember,

That when the lights turn off

We all look the same,