Your Fear
You fear me?
You fear me not ...
I am not the driving force
in your silly, arrogant false choices:
For shooting me unarmed
For dancing across juxtaposed walkways
For spitting, farting, jeering and otherwise animalistic behaviors
Wetting in your pants fear.
You are not afraid of me
and therefore hating me,
avoiding me,
daring only a moment to love me
and then running away,
keeping me out of your schools,
barring me from little social clubs
and campfire circles.
