Why don’t they tell me to paint a target on her?
Sewing needle
or rapier.
Small rouge sign on a gray wool sweater.
“The star of your children;
you will wear it with pride!”
Or seam in her armor
mark of her shield side.
Oh, if only the ability to strangle your young
so they won’t be starred and numbered
for olive skinned pride
were not so elusive
to a coward such as I.
She runs through the ghetto wearing her sweater with pride,
but I’d ashamedly trade David
to give her blond hair and blue eyes.