Color Knows No Fear
I asked the white student to take off his hood
The police might suspect he was up to no good
He glared at me, said, "Oh, really, teacher
Since when are you a teen-fashion preacher?"
That tall, skinny kid shook his head; I shook mine
My world started spinning; perhaps that was the sign
When I heard about the shooting on the evening news
I felt that my blood, not his, on the sidewalk had oozed
The rest of his class got the message
They all got rid of their hoodies --
Too late to save one teen's life, so precious, so dear
Color matters not when it comes to fear
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