My son, who is brown, why should I feel worry
That you are pulled over if you’re in a hurry
My son with dark hair, why should I feel fear
That one will mistake you for how you appear 

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My son who’s part Asian, so anxious I am
Of hatred and blame for where COVID began 
My son with brown eyes, it’s sad they won’t see
That you are so worthy of the same liberty

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My beautiful child, with skin golden tan
Whose soul is so gentle, a kind-hearted man
If they only knew of your talents, your charm
Your wisdom and courage, that you mean no harm

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Would they stop and think twice? I ponder this thought
For freedom and rights our forefathers fought
These rights not for some, but for ALL in this land?
Created all equal: red, white, black or tan

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Please hear my request, not small but so great
The life of my child is what is at stake
One judgement too soon could end a young life
One with a future, one with a wife

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We have to sit down, two sides at a table
To honestly listen, if you think you are able
To hear all the issues, to see with your heart
To keep our great nation from tearing apart