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The Irony in this Nation
How a color
A sound
Can trigger someone’s mind to hate
The accusations and discrimination that holds a great sense of problem in this white nation
Look around, what do you see?
So many different shades of colors
Each with a face and a different story
Constantly judged by appearance and the way we look
But let me tell you who I am because I'm not an open book
Dirty Suvam NayakFrom the perspective of an Indian-American Brown is dirtyIt is the closest to imperfectionLife is wasted with brown imperfectionA dirty blemish to the perfect picture of the human raceTo believe that the extraordinary feelings an
Do you know how it feels to be black? Keeping one eye over your back.
The cops stopped my brothers and I in our tracks. "Hey, where are you heading?" We were heading home where prejudice and racial injustice did not exist.
Black little girl born in America, never knew what it was like to be black in America.Around age 7 when Sean Bell was shot 50 times I realized it was no longer cool America ,black men being shot down , where's the help Am
In the ten years that I have lived here,
I have been judged, discriminated, and hated.
I have been crushed, hurt, and segregated.
I tried and gave the best I could,
Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if I was white
I believe my life would completely change if I was white
I wouldn’t be closely watched as I walk through a store, if I was white
Dear America,
Look past your built in pools,
There are kids lonely and afraid beyond them,
They have seen life sized doll pieces scattered on their lush green lawns,
They have been taught to walk like soldiers,
Funny thing about a certain hot button issue,
is people only listen when it comes time to miss you.
When they can no longer dismiss you; the latter is a hero.
Exploiting their favoritism to avoid the fear of
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.
Why does it matter if my skin is darker than yours?
Why take my land away from me and leave me here suffering with an empty soul?
At least give me clean water in return,
rip open my head and yours,
Who are you to judge who I love?
Who I kiss and who I hug?
Why are you judging who puts a smile on my face?
Would you be happier if the one I loved was a different race?
The day I was born I was given a daisy.
When they gave it to me they told me:
This is no ordinary daisy,
As long as it’s with you,
Everyone will believe you to be innocent before guilty,
So many times I’ve heard,
“You don’t act black”,
And to this day I still don’t understand,
How does one act a color?
Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
At least that’s what Webster tells me,
Who are we?
What are we?
Where did we come from?
When we got here?
How?
Questions Americans need to ask themselves.
Before we say the word IMMIGRANT to anyone,
We all are the Same
On the inside
I feel so Ashamed
On the outside
The moon is my enemy i feel only Pain
Surrounded by darkness all you see in Cocaine
A young girl that's so upset
So she goes through life giving nothing more than sex
You ask her what's love, and she'll give you a puzzled face
maybe it's cuz' her father dropped out from the early race
She blinks and gapes and her mouth spouts crapThe audience stares and claps and their mouths flap
I sit and watch and wonder how or maybe even whyThey talk like I care and wonder about nigh
I won the case, my prize?
One way ticket to paradise.
I take my people and go
The land is vast, they said
We don’t need your savagery, they said
My people’s tears trace the trail
To you it’s just a word
But it makes her soul burns
And leads to that knife
She takes that first slice
And though the cut hurts
She’d rather feel that pain
Maybe we could educate men
That no always means no
And I guess we could educate women too
That it's not your fault
What he did to you
Even if he was your boyfriend
A random stranger
Today is my cheat day,
Or maybe my cheat week,
A smirk of a smile,
Of diets and exercise I do not speak,
The guilt forgotten because I seek,
The delicious foods no longer I sneak,
When you’re alone in the castle
When even the mice have gone
When the moonlight shadows stalk
And it’s a long time till dawn
When you cannot hear a voice
Because the walls block out the sound
That tear you saw Represents all the pain i have suffered The built up anger,hate, and frustration That had been bestowed upon me That tear isn't any ordinary tear It isn't the cry for attention or pity It's the tear of someone so broken inside I
Me
Self
I
Mainly engaged
Sometimes energetic, lonley or fading
I hope, I dream, I wish, I want
I have finally learned
That I am myself
And that myself can fight for me
Let me tell you a little story about a cat I know,
That wen’t from love to loss not too long ago,
From inside a warm house to outside in the rain,
Nobody cared about her struggles, hunger, or pain,
Why is it that in today’s society we are still not all looked at equally?
Why is it we get judged or profiled by our age, sex, and ethnicity?
I think involuntarily upon a distant shore,
That placard of choice is miles away –
Sweet child, I wanted more
Than tranquil hope speckled with a superfluous sea,
Gaspard knew before us all of the tremulous roar
Do we let ourselves get consumed within our personal nations;
A victim of our differences by nationality?
What about the genetic equations of our emotions,
And the resulting masterpiece of our emotionality?
Innocence and IgnoranceThey are both the same kindIt's sort of like the less you knowThe better you can understand It definitely won’t work for schoolBut what about a life lesson?
A life lesson
Enthralled by your unbounded beauty
That I admire all seven days a sennight,
It is me that you do not see;
My heart pounds madly at your mere sight.
Although we descend from people of conflicting histories,
Don’t cry little one,
All of this will be over.
Tomorrow will be a brighter day.
Can’t you see it?
Don’t worry little one,
Change will soon be coming.
All the fight is worthwhile.
Can’t you feel it?
The Civil Rights Movement,
A time of lament
For the many lives lost
That stood up without a cost.
A voice for the people was what they all yearned
But many refused to rebel to avoid a worse turn.
Imagine a world where no one cares how you look like.
Imagine a world full of peace where everyone loves you, for who you are,
Whether you are gay, colored, or believe in a certain religion.
