Once riding in old Baltimore, head filled,  heart filled with glee  I saw a Baltimorean keep looking straight at me  Now i was eight and very small  and he was no whit bigger  and so i smiled but he poked out his tongue and called me a nigger  I saw the whole of Baltimore from May until December  Of all the things that happened there  that's all that I remember    Who's so scared    When I was fourteen I took a bus to San Francisco  I was full of hope and joy till this girl called me a boy  But I was already on my way so frightened to be gay  Just like in 1942 (1492) the world screaming,  "Something's wrong with you, Jew"    Who's so scared    But what I discover,  Lover after lover  There's nothing wrong with me  That's just a lie by society  So I start looking at the world we have  And while it's not all bad,  There's a lot of room for improvement  People of color and the gay movement    Who's so scared    Won't you explain to me that pain of your life