Fear of Color.

What exactly were you scared of?. When I walk in to that elevator, that evening that you felt the need to clutch your purse tighter to you frail white body. Perhaps it was the blackness of my skin, or the similarities it had with that , that covered the flesh of the man carrying a pistol in your TV set. Or was it my vernacular , was it much to alike to that used by men rapping about being a "gangsta" . Did I intimidate you, simply with my presence. Or did your fear lie in the fact that you didnt me know me . So you decided what I will be. Either way you might not think you're racist. Be you're not the quite type to accepted it.