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