People of shadows always hide

Pull their window shades down

Lest smell of food they cook

Waft into puritanical minds

Toiling hard like everyone

For prize that never arrives

Yet going on with a hope

Someday they’ll be realised

But smile on face hides a duel

That’s always goes in their mind

Why do I do what I do

Why do I take the shit

Is it to just plainly survive

Or is it just to belong

To a world that has

Always denied

My existence on the fringe