Diversity
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Rain sits upon the Autumn leaves,Is wet, cool, and gives gentle breeze.That new life dawns just over the hillWhen April again brings forth fresh drizzle.
For You
If I tore apart my body
For you
And you examined my organs
Tested my blood
Ripped my skin
Piece by piece
My life is a misery,
All because I grew up with you,
In every season of life,
There's a reason why I still love,
THEY TAKE MY KINDNESS FOR……………WEAKNESS
THEY TAKE MY SILENCE FOR…………. SPEECHLESS
THEY CONSIDER MY UNIQUENESS…..STRANGE
THEY CALL MY LANGUAGE………..SLANG
THEY SEE MY MISTAKES AS……………...DEFEAT
"King pointed to the mountain top and we ran up...His power was the people." -Common. They judge based off the melanin in our skin. We can't help we were born different. We also can't let your opinion keep us under you.
Magical adventure
Awaits you
Roaming around the
Jungle bring surprise
Appearance Makes you happy till
Unity in Diversity
Separation.
Rampantly ruling the modern world.
Black.
White.
Muslim.
Christian.
Countless wars waged on misconceptions and prejudices.
I once went to the store
And as I walked in the door
I saw a face
That was all I saw
So I walked closer to the face
They shame us
Into thinking
That we are less and inferior
When they know
It’s more of a privilege
To be considered different
It’s as though we see different as bad
When different makes us who we are
Different tells us a story
Different shows us beauty
Different gives us love
Why must we fight
When we are alike
With just a few differences
Here and there
Our differences
Are what make us beautiful
And special
So why not have them bring us all together
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses
To address the issues of the political injustice in our country.
Expectations are the professional way to say you’ve already prejudged on as to what you expect me to do and to be.
Well to be frank expectations make me sick to my stomach.
Simplicity is the beginning,
It is easy,
Nothing to stress about
But one mustn't stay there for too long
I have been the battered woman and the abusive husband,
I have been the slave and the plantation owner,
I have been the starved and the obese,
A letter to humanity,
With every new opening eye, I cry
A new sigh, a new eye
Born into this world
Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
someone scream
when the night falls
for me
in the West
and for you In The East
at the moment we both blink
for when we rush
through our safe doors
and plunge into stardust
Once there was a kid
He was so lost in the world
He did not understand the unspoken rules
He did not know why people looked at him funny
Or why females clutched their purses while he walked by
misinterpreted by social context and ignorance overlooked and shunned
its brilliance is all too commonly mistaken for hate feared by those who are weak
but if you could just open your eyes and truly see
Driving by on the sidewalks I see some broken people.
Driving by on the view I see some lonely people.
Driving by the sidewalks I see some crippled people.
Driving by the view I see some strange people.
Is it so detestable
The way I look?
Am I disgusting?
Can't you see my humanity
I am
Unique
There is no one else
Like me
Yes, my skin looks like this
It matters not
Day in and out, we speak of Diversity,
Commend Creativity,
Condemn pure Consistency.
We dream of a world full of Abnormality,
Homosexuality,
When, in Reality,
There was once a young kid of Madrid
Whose smile they could never get rid.
They wanted to throw him
To break him, to stone him.
But he wasn't- 'twas only forbid.
everyone expects to be loved
but are significantly lacking the ability to
love the loveless
and yet, by some miracle
the blue jay is understood by the hummingbird
It truly is
A beautiful thing
To be able to
Identify myself in someone
Whose appearance is none like my own
We are all different
Yet equally similar
And that relaly is
He wanted to have something to look at through long legs; the view of Port Ann on the other side.
He admitted to having no one,
and got angry twice.
He always liked her
And liked being with her.
Once upon a time doesn't quite describe it. I remember everything as if I read a timeline of memories just yesterday.
Once upon a time, in the Red Sea, in the underwater kingdom of Bur Sudan, lived Queen Yaya /Trapped in her own kingdom/Silenced by traditionAnd empty after producing many heirs for a King /Triton, the careless, the traditional, the oppressor /Yaya
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Fair-skinned, beautiful, and kind
She sings, birds listen, and fly to her hand
The World fights against her, and she smiles still.
This is the Fairy-tale Princess,
Once upon a time there were Cinderella’s in the world
A Cinderella’s love was stellar
Full of confidence she glowed
But glowing out of gloom she folds
I feel like Mulan set in Modern time
no longer a cross-dressing warrior for you to fetishize
I'm real, my hair cut short and two useless boobs I have to bind.
My identity? How nice, you'll call it mine?
Six feet under,
never known.
A memoir of a kingdom, that will never get their land.
They will never understand, this very feeling that we have
because our root gave birth again,
RARITY
Your glowing light,
lights my pathway,
I remember the smiles
assuring me of the future,
I feel the boundless joy in
your heart,
anytime success knocks the
door;
People say whatever they want without knowledge
“1st amendment,” they say.
We are different in every way, and that’s what’s beautiful.
All the same are we
Our society brings us together
Except color, race, and ethnicity
Braving through the stormy weather
For a life that is better
America, land of the free
Home of liberty, I would disagree
Full of freedom? We barely make the top twenty
We ask for diversity they say, "We've got plenty."
We fight for what's right,
Land of the free
And home of the brave
That’s what they’d say. Yes,
That’s what they say.
But then like a plague
America is the giant melting pot;If you want diversity, this is the spot.
People aren't always what they appear.You can't always believe what you hear.
“Can you hear me?” I choke out through jagged breaths
I watch the world I’d once known crumble into ashes as an odious ringing invades my ears
all around me is burning but I stood there frozen
“Yes, we hear you”
a sickness is not cured
by wrapping a thin blanket
around the sore throat
that exposes injustice.
a symbol does not hold
more value over a person.
an object that requires a steady wind
The problems of America are not rooted in our laws.
They are rooted in our human nature,
Where one cannot look at life through another eye's,
And therefore can never understand what they have to endure.
Greetings America
You're a great sport
I supposed you're egotistic and somewhat rather strange
I like that you're diverse although you're not all there at a time
I hate the crimes that made you great
Jazmine, I hope you remember to open this time capsule
To read this poem, and tell me if our country is still a haggle
To live in because of its unfair system
The country where you get dirty looks for being a victim.
Crispy weather awakens a slumber within my veins.
The woods dread of the painted ink draped across their shoulders.
My air is stolen from the seeds in the ground so they can grow higher than before.
On a special morning in December
20 years ago
I landed with only 2 suitcases
I cried, missing all the familiar faces
I was scared
Imma take you all back to the Civil Rights Team
When Martin Luther King came n the scene
Emotional About some dream
And you see he wanted us to believe
That love was the key
Am black you white!
Am black is this in comparison to color.
The type taught in school
Blue, yellow,red, white and black.
But black is intense i have never seen skin that color.
Dark brown, yes
Still images of the past,
sinking into time,
it was once a vast land of minds and acts,
until a stranger called west stole her soul and heart,
beautiful was her mask,
made from mahogany's bark,
GOLDEN OpportUNITY
KEY TO CommUNITY
Unlocks hearts and minds
To the beauty of UNITY
Where hate is dead
Love lives for eternity
And the cloud's silver lining
Beholds a GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
Almighty! Almighty!
Grant us each others love
Grant us Unity
Almighty! Almighty!
We are you, you are we
One commUNITY
Almighty!
Make me an instrument
Of your will
Welcome
Welcome, a feeling I can never have in my own home
Welcome
A word, meaningless to me because people toss it around with abandon,
Then render it useless, less than great
Akwaaba
Where is the life I used to have
Carried in my suitcase
Of neon green?
Did it dissapear down
The rabbit hole of
Beige, nothing but
b e i g e.
Did it fall down the
I bash my head on the walls until it cracks open
I let everything pour out soupy and thick
like egg yolks
I come from a rich city with many different fast-food restaurants to pig out at. I come from a small street where let out my feelings and concerns in a new world of hip-hop dance.
Before my window I now stand.
I see the trees and grass and land,
That for so many of years have stood,
Attesting loudly to the good.
I see before me as I gaze,
The people free to go their ways,
Right now,
I can see it every time I open my eyes.
Murder. Rape. Suicide.
So used to the weight on our shoulders,
we think nothing of these heavy boulders.
And right now,
All I need is fairness in a world
where it seems it does not exist.
Where it feels as though
every ounce of what I do
is measured and judged by people
Have you ever lost the lack of sleep
because the thoughts in your head become too deep?
It dwells on your mind
because most people cannot ever decide
A world divided by race,
A people shackled by hate,
For if there is bigotry,
Then there is no liberty.
Although we are different,
We are all significant.
Do not fear difference,
Undress Me!
My lips are thick and full; although smaller than the alluring marshmallows that sit on Asabea’s and Ama’s faces.
Won't it be great when we all wear the goggles of nondiversity
When we can't tell each other apart because we're all the same
A white man, a black woman, and an Asian boy take a boatride
Won't it be great when we all wear the goggles of nondiversity
When we can't tell each other apart because we're all the same
A white man, a black woman, and an Asian boy take a boatride
Under everything I am human
I was put here to love
Regardless of the color of my skin
Or who I choose to love
My skin may be too black to fit in with the whites
Person 1:
In a land of peace
Why does the hate increase
When the “Christians” see
A woman in the street
Cloth on her head
I don't have an aestheticI don't want an aestheticwhen I hear aesthetic, I think anesthesia and I don't want to go to sleep
Peeping at the world from behind her mothers hand,
she gasped in awe at what was before her, curious for more.
However, as she grew, her skill of precision
ou Only Mentioned What “I Am”
By Kelsea Thompson
Dear….
Barcode
why should I be a copycat
I’m told not to be copycat
Where are you from, seems to be the question everyone is dying to know.
Let me just say I'm not from roses and dandelions, nor butterflies and lady bugs.
So where am I from?
Your words do not define me
For I define myself
Not with power and glory
Nor money and wealth
You'll see her in the corner
You'll see her by herself
You'll see that she's a loner
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
I am here and everywhere and yet nowhere
A separate consciousness and yet a reflection of my reality
Infinite and finite
Always right and always wrong
Always finding the most when I am "lost" or "weird"
The world consists of
Single blocks.
And we were towers of LEGO.
Stacked up, man on man
I do love you but, you love me more! I do care for you but, you care for me more! I do want you but, you want me more. I do need you, and I need you more.
I rarely watch the news because of the content it shows,
it's ironic because we say "stop the violence" but constantly it grows,
sense of purpose,
sense of worth
a thought of my impact
on this earth.
not sure why
or what purpose i serve,
but i know i'll make a difference
in this fallen, broken world
Grandfather I wonder why you passed so quickly
I miss you ever day but you died from being sickly
Sometimes I wonder what heaven is like
Are you with angels taking a high flight?
Why is there more hatred than love
Why do I not see help from above
Why are we viewed as despicable punks
Why do they only put us in cuffs?
Why do I see a racial divide
Take a second and close your eyes
And look what you realize
The streets are povertized
But
I hear voices you see,
They talk to me you know?
They are all diferent sets of me.
Some scream.
Some mumble.
One keeps going lalala.
But the biggest voice,
He likes to coo,
Gently,
Up all night sleep deprived
Nothing to do but write
Up all night and watch the time
Waiting for the words that are right
Idk what is life
Is it worth living or is it just a matter of time before I die
What Crevecoeur said about America being a melting pot is true!
My teachers and mentors say that is more like a stew.
However let me prove it to you
For once I explain then I can tell you my troubles
History repeats itself
it's why we're here again.
Black versus white
but this time it's times ten.
We need to be aware
that this gon' get us nowhere.
No! It's not him, her, or them;
Birthmark.
Stretchmark.
Scar.
Round cheeks.
Flat cheeks.
Fat.
Muffin top.
Hair on top.
Stick.
Dark skin.
Freckled skin.
Pale.
I am a new beginning
A jump across a puddle and two hops to the left
Press start.
Look up. The dreams no longer satisfy who I am
I am a force
Not a physical matter to measure
If you think you can be // a better me than me
Then your You is not all // that your You could be.
No one can do me // like I can do me - effortlessly.
Months of endless preperation
Perfecting the smallest of things
Weeks of no sleep
Putting your heart into it all
Putting your soul inot it all
All for a crown and title
They said
The stray winds from a far-off place
Gather round over a still pool
And here the surface breaks.
(The mirror is briefly smudged
And the face is now clouded.
The ripples clear; a new face smiles.
A frosty road less traveled by
A Dickinson invitation to the internal sky
Slave of inhumanity, product of my own insanity
The man I am is not because of who I was but who I want to be
I stand for what is unbearable, I breathe and am unbreakable
Movies, literature
Culture in general
This world is one of wonders
Wonders that I am proud to experience
Diversity is abundant
With much difference
What makes me tick
are these sick, unrealistic expectations
of women.
“It’s what’s inside that counts.”
Well, how the fuck am I supposed to believe that
when my worth is determined by my appearance?
Tell me something
I want to hear —
like
She
is still here
in our world
laughing
with that tigress grin
an infectious echo
of character and grace
I go to school, isn't it obvious?
Sixteen year old girl with a backpack,
It's pretty clear to see.
I go to classes, then lunch, then class again,
Hop the bus, go home, do homework go to bed.
Fragile
That's me.
Frail.
Weak.
Breakable.
But what if it's not?
I have
Strength.
Power.
Invincibility.
Intensity.
Give me a blind man and I'll teach him to see
I'll tell him that his eyes are useless because the world isn't always what it seems
I can’t help but wonder when the birds fly above do they see the mess we’ve made?A place for nesting hard to find because the humans own it all.
No one held him
As life slipped away
He breathed in the last piece of this world
As a target surrounded by
Preconceived ideas
Of who he used to be
Who he was before
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.
Acceptance is key
labels have become a necessity
and now they determine our worth
whether it's skin color, your hometown
even your choice of clothes or your choice of faith
Acceptance is key
Suspicious, what a way to describe you.
I am suspicious, too.
I walk around black
and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."
Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
We live in a world where the American dream is a thing that is yearned,
Where liberty is free and opportunity awaits around every turn.
We live in a world where we are given every right to speak what is our hearts,
I, too, paint America.
Red, Yellow, Green, White, Saffron.
Colors
on the vast canvas they call “America.”
I paint with the color of my skin,
with the distinct hue of my culture,
This is their place,
the place they freely roam;
This is their place,
the place they call, “Home”.
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
Raise your hand,If you’ve ever wondered whyPeople like you are rarely seenIn shows and movies.
Please excuse my color...
White man that fears me,
excuse the color of the skin I was born in.
Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine.
I was born this way, you see.
What people think when the see a white mom with kids
Oh she works so hard.
They're so cute!
They must be a handful
oh terriable two's!
What people think when they see a black mom with kids
A brilliantly beautiful wildflower,
in a field of oats and wheat.
A redwood tree, the only survivor,
after a brutal fire with scorching heat.
A single colored girl,
drowning in a sea of white.
What blame does a color hold
For its mere existence
Why can’t it be paroled
From chains of cruel resistance
What harm has faith instilled
It’s when autumn
in its final throes
surrenders
and one morning
you draw in
a peculiar breath
thick with frigid air
that you realize
the winter’s made
its presence.
Where are you from?
With ease I reply, I am from the Midwest.
But this answer doesn’t seem to satisfy
The eyes that are continuously
Burning, questioning, yearning for a reply
That makes sense in their eyes.
Money vs Survival
Another worry versus another worry
Seeking money to survive veruses just survivng
Slaving away versus Living away
Tears of hardship versus Tears of real life.
When he asked si celebro
Christmas, I responded
with a yes and a question.
"We don't do much no gifts
no commercialism not much
at all because there is
They tell my people to go back to their country
as if our nation's origin didn't come from immigrants.
#YOWO
And I loved a girl
with pain etched into her lips
and death written along her soul.
Art poured from her fingertips
and poetry was carved into
As I sit in class and think, endless words stare back at me
The black ink bleeds information that I read reluctantly
Todays lesson doesnt interest me and Im tired of it
There is knowledge being taught but I dont aquire it
Where my brother?
Where were you when they took my brother?
Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,
But why did you let him take my brother!
We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother.
The moon,
In all her shining beauty,
Sits high in the night sky,
Surrounded by her starry admireres.
The sun,
In all his power,
Rides high in the day sky,
Needs no one to tell him of his might.
Its sad when the world today
lets history cloud its judgement.
When Americans who saw the double flames continue to burn
and their hearts to flambe. In the sixties, we were willing to crown a goat Miss America,
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I am part of a dysfuntional minority,
and I refuse to believe that
I can change people's views.
I understand that it is difficult to grasp but,
"guns kill people,"
is a lie, and
What glared back at me on that cold January afternoon was 88 motionless keys
It killed me to see them sitting there quietly
How enticing they looked but that didn't matter
Diverse
Different
Special
Unique
These are traits
that determine
real beauty.
Smart
Intelligent
Strong
Caring
Empathetic
These are traits
that make a
Teacher, open your eyes!
You are feeding them all lies!
We are living in a society so enwrapped with gender,
I imagine myself becoming a bender.
Not only of rules, regulations, and taboo,
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble
Beat so good I shake it
My brain
My thoughts
Coincide
With my withdrawals
Especially if I have the withal
Or the guts
Or the truth
Or the tenacity
By the time I matter, Will it be too late?
Will people debate my soul's resting place?
Will they predict who I could have been?
Will by deeds outweigh by sins?
Will they consider these circumstances?
White Washed
I get jokes and pokes
about my lack of pigment
lack of accent
and I hear the constant chorus singing
"Well you're smart because you're Asian."
I wake up every day and look out of my window at the world.
It may be a little piece of the world, but its mine.
I know that one day, i will die and the world will disappear
What is the world filled of?
How does it work? and why?
Why do some chose to assimilate into the crowd intstead of being themselves?
Why is life so hard for one person, but so easy for another?
If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,
a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
Seventeen, young and dead
From one man's gun he bled
Court, Trial, and Verdict
Zimmerman was the one the jury picked
He would leave a free man
Defense was the reason at hand
The change for Tayvon starts with me.
A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth.
When a murderer walks free,
Are you still proud to be an American?
And when an innocent teen is killed,
Why does the killer walk free?
When a man is shot,
Do you blame the victim?
I am not Trayvon Martin....
but I know what it feels like to wear my
favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for
those who were taught to fear darker things
Look out your window right now, what do you see?
Only one type of tree reaching high?
Only one shape of cloud in the sky?
Only one flower blooming bright?
It’s 2013 and look how far we have come.
Maybe we should say, its 2013 and look how far we have not.
Walking down the street, middle of the night
In Sanford,Florida 2012
Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail
Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense
But who really knows the truth without real evidence
Policeman left to right
They've enjoyed our waiting
They've indulged in lies
They've prolonged discussions
They've listened to our cries
I've lurked in the shadows too long
Gay, straight, black, white
Who has the right to say what is right?
We all love, we all laugh, we all hurt just the same,
Regardless of color, gender, or name.
I write for the moment,
I write for the pain.
Everytime I've been bullied, harassed, and full of disdain.
I write for my teacher who told me to pick up a pen, because of her I write for the children,
the women,
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
As we complain about things being unfair,
there are families in the US without health care.
You may not have gotten what you wanted for your birthday,
there are people in Haiti trying to survive after an earthquake.
I step out of the plane
Baggage on my right hand
A bag of toys on the other.
One foot touches the concrete.
The hard surface onto the soft soles of my feet.
If today were the last day to live,
would you call your enemies and forgive?
or would you go to the shelter to give?
something simple can express so much
our hands together is a simple touch
Abnormal, poor, weird words I hear daily
Growing up poor wasn’t a choice; wishing it was a choice
Each day I struggle looking over my should, hearing them laugh,
Avoiding the landlord, rents overdue.
these hands, subjacent to my heart,
brush tears from eyes,
push water through space,
teach children to swim,
feed hungry lost souls, faith,
make art, heal wounds,
and open doors... for you.
Life is like dominoes,
each one has an effect,
wherever the first one falls
has an influence on the next.
If the heroes of old learned how we kept this place
They would rise from the grave and they would spit in our faces
The land and the sea is soaked with blood and their tears
Maintaining our freedom for hundreds of years
Once upon a time, I tried to be like you.
I tried to act and look the same, and like the same things too.
I used to be your shadow, but now I've got my own.
I am done being a copycat; today, I stand alone.
What. Is America?
Is it
the juxtaposition of pink toned flesh
against deep caramel skin?
Is it
the way his tresses twist and turn
whilst her strands lay straight and silky?
Look at this room,
Why does everybody look the same?
Are we still in the same Atlanta, Georgia?
I don't understand.
You wouldn't think this was a presidential election.
The cameras come near us,
Old people are worthless. They waste their life complaining, they can barely drive, and half of them are senile.
They have nothing to contribute to society.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
How am I supposed to know?
Cultures vary
Numerous interpretations
What’s considered deviant
Or acceptable vary
By cultural perspective
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet
The colors of the rainbow but
Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there
So nonexistent like some say God is but
It's not what you see it's what you feel
Why do we label?
Why do we see people in groups?
Why is being different, different?
Why do people say they don't see me....don't see my color?
Celebrate individuals.
Celebrate difference.
See, I'm just here to fulfill and replace
Never to mistreat, neglect, and become a mistake.
Here, present day, fortifications right now.
Doing the unknown to wind up being misplaced.
Lost
Here we are
in today's world.
A world enriched by the beauty
of diversity.
Diversity should be celebrated
Take pride in who you are!
Black, white, Hispanic, or homosexual
You are you, and I am I
I'm glad that we're diverse, with all these different traces.
I look around my class, and I see different faces.
I walk around the school, and there are different races.
If not for MLK then all this would not be.
How many people live on the earth?
One million, two million, three million, four?
Or are there millions and millions more?
We coexist, but the fighting doesn’t cease
a single mom with nowhere to go,
a little boy looking for home.
a teenage druggie who followed the
wrong path,
a middle school girl facing her
drunk father’s wrath.
a woman who chose to run from abuse,
