I know that you stare when you see the black hoody
The confusion in eyes when i say i'm no bully
I own but one hoody and black was my preference
I'm not grim nor unfriendly but you hate my presence
You look in discomfort when i walk on by
As you fake a smile i whisper a "Hi."
I know you dislike how I've chosen to dress
But the eyes of the blind would be truly impressed