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Do you remover the first time you saw a plus sized man in a movie? On TV? In your local theater show? What did he look like? Did he smile? Did he laugh so full his tummy shook?
There is no end in site. Stereotypes exist because of..: Muslims who blow things up, Christians who wrongfully judge,
The pink flowery dress, is what I hate the most To be honest, its quiet actually gross. Why when I wear it, am I seen normal? How much longer do I have to continue dressing formal?
You're beautiful underneath, they said But beautiful underneath only goes so far.
I am just a girl. Unaware and overdressed. Spent too long looking in the mirror You weren’t there I guess
I’m tired of these white boys Saying I'm not “black enough” I “act white” and “talk white” So I don’t match their model
We go to school for about twelve years, but we have issues on the way to success. As we get older, the environment becomes more dangerous. The police become sinister and begin to destroy how God made us.
I'd rather be a free, black sheep of a soul or stiffer than a piece of coal than be bound at the neck, wrist, and ankles by the chains of labels and stereotypes
Prejudice, Discriminate, & Stereotype.
When you look at me, do you see a statistic? Do you see 3/4 of a person? Do you see a man? Or a color? Are you blinded by a stereotype? Or looking deeper to the character?
attention, affection, hugs so tight! He's invincible- brighter than the stars at night. a doctor, an astronaut, Singer in a band, books in his mind are a future in his hand
Everyday is the same as yesterday I fight to be a new me but it always flees The chance to change my families name itches at my mind That new me must come up and rise
I am not a stereotype, I'm not the girl with caramel skin, dumb as a rock,
Eighteen years have come And soon they will be gone For what I have dreamed of Is no reality Raised in the West With the ideals of the East Standing out as an individual
I'm "that girl". The one that everyone wants to be. All the parents point at me. I have the great grades. Looks like I've got it all made. I'm blonde and blue-eyed.
Every morning she wake up wash her face paint on her socially acceptable face and pretends
I am the picture of a stereotype I must have been I was called "vampire" in school, after all I am a spitting image of the girl you picture If I explained myself to you
We are surrounded by people and things, By those who are chained and by those who have wings, By those who love life and dare to dream, And by those who are scared to even be seen.
Welcome to Chicanos- r-us We service all of your needs Will school principals go to isle 12? We still have a few janitors here Desperate for a job Yes, they are Mexican Ready for their graveyard shift
Before my foot can fully pass the threshold of your door, I already know what you’re thinking.
"I like a long-haired, thick red bone", he saysas he yanks her, drags her, and spreads her legs.Her mouth is sewn shut, but her body screams, "more!"because her man on the screen showers her in Gucci and Couture.
I finally realized to open my eyes just to find myself blinded by the minds of the stereotypical I never dreamed of a scheme such that I would believe to achieve
They say I will not succeed why judge ? they say I will fall behind in every class proved wrong ! They say I will be an outcast , looked upon with pity not even !
This is to my boys, The ones who call me shawdy I’ll always remember you, And one of my treasures you’ll be Tats and goldchains, Pants saggy and free. Will always be a lesson
hey you no way you are an indian..................you're light skin hey you no way you are a taino.................you're simply too dark hey you
When you look at me, what do you see. You see the blackness of my skin. You see the brown in my eyes. The nappinest of my hair. Should I speak slang to you, or wear my pants hang low so you can see my boxer?
Everyone keeps staring at me My belly swells and my feet hurt I didnt ask for this change I didnt ask for this experience stop staring at me please judging me in your head whispers in the shadow of my back