Never had I been the recipient of a stranger's hatred <br />that shot through his eyes and spoke through his frown. <br />Never had I feared a child until yesterday, <br />as I strolled through the supermarket, about my own business, <br />with eyes watching and following me because I was <br />too covered. <br /> <br />I don't remember much after rushing out through the exit <br />after misplacing my shopping perhaps in a freezer <br />And running up the street and often looking back, <br />I don't recall very much but <br />fearing for my safety while fearing those children.<br /><br />Rukhsar Ahmed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fearing-children/
