Flying while brown

My skin is like white coffee, I have a beard,
I think my thoughts like other middle-aged men;
But that is not enough for those afeared
That I am 9/11 come again.
Whenever I travel, I get some odd looks
From travellers and from the TSA
The latter though, look me up in their books
And pass me on to travel another day.
But now I worry that I will be seized
By some mad zealot worried I'll explode
A bomb; a man who won't be eased
On hearing that I carry no such load.
What I can do facing such foolish rage,
Is point out to the fools I act my age.