The Sun Isn’t Shining

Self protection is always needed,

skin made of the whipped laborers.

Back as hard as the scars left from

the hard crack of lashing, I am thick as tree bark.

The sun isn't shining, I set foot into the building

all eyes are on me as I enter, footstep to footstep,

the wandering blue orbs never leave my path.

Face covered by a dark hood, dark enough to see

the shining of the purest soul, my eyes are not seen as

I stare directly back into the taunting crowd that has now gathered around me.

Self protection is always needed, as I hear the faint

whispers come to a halt as I enter through the back room door.