Hoodie done it

Looking in my wardrobe, I wonder what to wear.

Should my choice be geared by style or by fear?

A warm day, true, but would I feel good,

If I put on the sweater with the big hood?

What I understand, hearing the words of a ‘pundit’,

Black or Latino in a hoodie is surely asking for it.

If a nutty person sees me, and decides I’m what he fears,

Does it really matter what I choose as my gears?

Man in dark glasses? Waiting to harass us?

Boy in baseball cap, tilted to the right,

Simply looking for a reason to start a fight?

Woman in halter top, showing off her nape,

Is merely being casual not asking for rape.

Girl in high heels, sporting a short skirt,

Is wearing what she likes not merely being a flirt.

Hooded boy carrying Skittles and ice tea walking on his own,

Should not be a target. Leave the child alone!

My daughters all have hoodies, so do I and their mother,

Because we’re black we become a gun man’s fodder?

Cut out the lazy thinking and look at what we see,

Guns kill people: that’s the true anarchy.

You cannot rationalise madness;

But reflect on its sadness:

An excited man kills someone for the flimsiest of causes.

And someone asks us to believe it’s due to clothing choices!