Silence is what I've heard,
Pain is what I've felt.
Darkness is what I've known,
against my skin, hate pelt.
Salt thrown o'er their shoulders,
crosses upon her chest,
spittle lining the streets
where my feet came to rest.
Prejudice and hate
surround me where e'er I go.
And still I fought my battles
so that other people might know.
Branded with a scarlet letter,
mistrust and spite abound,
Tell me truly, does it get better?
Or does hate the world surround?