Your Fear

by Npoet9

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.    

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