The New Red Star (Poem Challenge)

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.