Shapes and Colors

A childhood
of police stops
body searches,
and
lonely bus rides.
Vilifying glances of
people crossing roads
stalker shopkeepers
and
doubting onlookers.
Fear cuffed eyes,
the look of no surprise.
Suspicion of
thievery,rape and murder
an innocence torn asunder
being dark toned was the blunder.
Walk on
there is nothing to be seen here.