They never tell me anything outright
But the moment I enter the shop
There is a stiffness in the atmosphere
The shopkeeper's eyes stern and alert
watching my every move...
I turn the corner and check the stuff on display
He comes up to me and says "hey watch it - no messing around, what do you want ? "
I mumble, "a pack of Marlboros"
He gets it and demands for the money as if I would not pay
I am walking down the street
with my hands in my pockets
A police car drives up to me
The officer gives me a ***** look and asks me to get lost and never be seen in the neighborhood
I am made to feel like a fugitive everyday of my life
Everyday I have to give explanations for things I have not done
But it does not affect me no more..
I feel no hurt
I feel no pain
I feel no humiliation
Just a feeling of numbness
spreading thru my brain
So that I don't think anymore
I don't feel like - why do they do this to me
I just accept it