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