I fight my way through dust and dirt
This blackness binds me like a curse
When men see me, they crush my shell
While women scream, and run as well
I’m rather small, but the world can’t see
Anything else inside of me
They stay fixated on my skin
The blackness branded like a sin
Sometimes they might attempt a smile
And let me stay with them a while
But that’s not right. I don’t belong.
And, soon enough, they see it’s wrong.
That’s when I run — far, far away!
I hide in shadows from the light of day
I creep through cracks to find relief
Inside a house from summer’s heat
But then the children shout and cry
And I crawl fast away, and hide
And when they think I’ve gone, they say
They’ll find a way to make me pay
But I can’t stand this strain, these lies
So I curl up in the corner, and die.
This is the only life I see
It’s a millipede’s life, it is, for me