Walking at One in the Morning
We eye the people that walk at one in the morning
In askance: Are they safe?
We walk on different sides of the road, our skin crawling with fear
I do not trust most men
Their faces, eyes seem cruel and evil
But I do not know them
My family worries when I walk at one in the morning
They fear everyone I may meet
I wish to walk all over the town, but I cannot
I am not trusted to be good
The police watch me with my leather jacket, fearing
I do not leave my window open at one in the morning
Even living in a safe neighborhood
I fear that someone will come in
We all fear at one in the morning