Written by C Hues
September 28, 2022
You can play classical instead of rap, lacrosse instead of track But there it takes its toll, tattooed on your back No matter what you do, no matter what you say The target will remain—you can’t wish it away Something sinister shadowing, steady stalking slow A sudden shot, a strike against you, a very low blow Because your hair or what you wear or speaking up in class Are just excuses the bigots use to paint the target on your ass