racism
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Sometimes when you hit the hard rock
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! You must bounce back
Never leave without a tough fight
That’s the correct thing to do. That’s right
¡Oh! No, nunca deberían hablar de Puerto Rico
Borinquén, Porto Rico de una manera tan malvada
Puerto Rico nada en el mar Caribe y el Océano Atlántico
Con otras bellas islas como Cuba, Haití y Jamaica
They consume hot dogs
Too
Like you
But they don’t eat dogs
Never, ever
They do not eat cats
They do not eat pets
Never, never.
Immigrants eat wild boars, wild hogs
Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
people are deadunknowable more are dying
im going to work each dayim angryim sleeping in each saturdayim scaredim mopping my floor each mondayim grieving strangersim daydreaming each evening
Hunting down pictures of racial
divides the colors into flesh pantones
royalty free shots watermarked
with logos of the man whipping across
eyes and mouths of models making
What race? Human race?
Stop talking about race
Start talking about space
Start talking about grace
Start talking about behavior
The history of Black People,And all of our People should be celebratedYear-round: every day, week, month, and decade.The celebration must go on unabated,All the time. The first couple,
The least racist person is a racistThe least fascist person is a fascistThe least criminal is a murdererThe least sinner is a big sinner.
Sob a ponte Del Rio eles estão parados, presos, estacionados
Milhares de imigrantes Haitianos, não Ucranianos
Francamente, se fossem os últimos, não seriam penalizados
You say you want to move on.
Move on from slavery, from racism.
“It was so long ago. Keep it in the past,” you say insidiously.
But I can’t take you seriously,
Blaming the white men
Is the idea, the insane ideas
That many of you have in your eyes
Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to
Because I am not a mirror
Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
Powerful words,Truthful words,Honest words,Brave words;This is exactly what the Doctor orders,For a nation, who's trying to fight the horrorsOf blatant racism,
Non sei nessuno
Dato che non sono nessuno
Sei qualcuno
Come io sono qualcuno
C'è una sola umanità
The Sum Being called N-Word How many times? Being underestimated because I am a Black womanSeveral timesSnubbed because I am BlackToo many times Ignored because I am a womanLots of timesA look of surprise and a frown when I say that my mother read
Institutions are a model train set
of the politicians and their supporters.
The only thing that seems right to me
is to follow the golden rule.
In a society of mass shootings and
I was 16 years old when I finally realized that I was gay.
When I finally understood why I had so many girlfriends,
But could barely speak to other boys
I was 16 years old when I first kissed a boy
Be not afraidTo fight the right fightsThe hate, the hatredTo regain your rightsTo end bigotry, racismFascism and nepotism.
As a Chorus of Angels, May you rest in PeaceThe Almighty God will render you JusticeHe will welcome you all in His KingdomWhere there is more Liberty and Freedom.
These are not events that took place very far in the past
These are obviously ongoing racial gaffes and contrasts
Where human beings are bombarded and mistreated
Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
Sucking the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
Betty M. White was an ingenuous comedian
A hilarious lady and a great actress
However, this classy quasi-centenarian
Was ahead of her time. Nobody could mess
Nobody wants to be blocked
In front of the gate of Heaven
Even the worst criminals, on the block
For a pass, cringe, mourn and yearn.
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Hispaniola
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Santo Domingo
Hell in Bohio, Hell in Quisqueya
This is not a recrudescence of racism
In America or in the world, but rather
A continuum of malfeasance, antagonism
And hardcore cruelty of the systemic horror
These days when one googles: bigotry; One face shows up, not by hypocrisy, Not by accident. This is a darn travesty.The leader of such a wonderful countryShould not be carrying this ugly baggageOf bigotry, racism, and hate.
If the world never turnedand the tide never roseand all of the clocks had stopped,where would we bewhat would we doif bottoms all turned topped?
Now I’m A Hip Hop Guy But DON'T Rock Mics’... !!!
Cos ‘When It Comes To My Rhymes I PREFER To... ROCK MINDS... !!!
Because What I Write Reflects On This Life...
NOT Trying To Flow Tight Or Playing The TOUGH Guy... !!!
Of Course We’re IGNORED... !!!
Those Whose Art Is RAW... !!!
When It Comes To Views That DEFINE The TRUTH...
About How It Is When You’re One Who THINKS...
And Has DARK SKIN And Does NOT RESTRICT...
So This Line Was Expressed By... ANOTHER Poet... !!!
Who Calls Himself SUICIDE SUSPECT... !!!
So Now It’s Subject Is One I’m Gonna INSPECT Within This Here Poem... !!!
Because EXACTLY Which One Is It... ?!?
So... Justice Is Served... ?!?
And Has Now Been Confirmed...
By Those Who’ve Convicted...
This Cop Who Inflicted...
A HORRIFIC KILLING...
To George Floyd His VICTIM... !!!
I’m NOT Simple Like Simon... !!!
I’m A Complex Disciple...
of Great Rhyme Recitals...
And SIMPLY GREAT WRITERS...
I’m Kinda NASTY Like Nas' When It Comes To Bars...
Or In Other Words FLOWS of... Rhyme Driven Prose... !!!
But NOT Like These Ho’s Who Take It Up Their ARSE... !!!
I’m WAY ABOVE That Class of NASTY Nah Nah NAHS... !!!
Now I Know Folks Are Saying That Black Lives Now Matter... !!!
But How Can This Be When This Only Happens...
Once Black Peoples Lives Are Flushed Down The Crapper... ?!?
NOT FUNNY I KNOW But You Must See The JOKE... !!!
Ya Know...
Some RIDICULOUS Things Are Said To Link... ?!?
Like Plain With Jane Or Sunshine With Rain...
Or That Exceptional Brains Work With Cocaine... ?!?
Which Gets Me To Thinking That When It Comes To Women...
It’s Clearly Good To Be Precise When It Comes To Your LIFE...
So I Try Be PRECISE When I Write My Rhymes...
About These Times Where It Seems That LIES...
Are Constantly Supplied And Being Driven Into Minds... !!!
So It’s Pretty CLEAR Now To Folks...
Who’ve Read My Form of Prose...
That My Poetic Quotes...
Rock The DOPEST FLOWS... !!!
That Hit Just Like Mike Tyson Blows... !!!
... " The Politics of Things "...
Now I Think That I Should Mention...
That Tensions Have STRENGTHENED In These CRAZY Times... !!!
Because of The PRESSURES of … Modern Life... !!!
Masks Now In Sight Daytime And Night...?!?
Now DON'T Let The Title Confuse You... !!!
This Piece Is About How People ABUSE...
People of SUBSTANCE Because of POOR Judgement... !!!
By This What I Mean Is That People Now Seem...
Okay So It’s CLEAR That The Ones They DON’T Like...
Are Us DARK SKINNED TYPES Whether Women Or Guy...
It’s CLEAR That Most FEAR When We Start To Draw NEAR... !!
And Most Who NOW Are CLAIMING To Be Down...
That’s RIGHT The Truth HURTS... !!!
When It’s Served To JERKS Through Words And Verse....
That DON’T Observe LYING And Taking WRONG TURNS... !!!!!
That Preserve FALSEHOODS That SHOULD BE......... Removed........ !!!!!!
So It’s Clear That I’m A Poetic HEAVY HITTER ... !!!
Because My Rhymes Hit HARDER Than HITLER ... !!!
................... See What I Mean ................. !!!
I Hit Ya Like Mike Did To Yup ... Mitch Green ... !!!
So Having Read In The News That A Linesman Has Used...
What Some Have Viewed...
As RACIST Talk That Made Players Walk...
Off The Field of Play In A Champions League Game...
I Have To Say That The Same Ol’ Same...
Now I’ve Said And Written Things...
That Have Proven To STING Those With... Thin Skins... !!!
So Some Women Of Course Are Real QUICK To Resort...
To... REACTING Like They Do Everything Right... ?!?
Now It Seems That Allegiance Within Human Beings...
Is Something Now Weakened By Things We’re Now Seeing...
From Relationships Leaning Towards Those Proceedings...
That Cause Angry Meetings Due To Folks NOT Agreeing... !!!
Now It’s A Phrase That I Love But What Really Is Up... ?!?
With Heads Who Choose To ... FAKE THE FUNK... !!!
Because It’s Really NOT COOL To Be Pulling That Move... !!!
Now These Rhymes Have Come As It Approaches... One...
I’m Just Doing My Thing...
Sharing Lyrical Gifts That I Have Been Blessed With...
Verses of Rhyme That Show That My Mind Is Constantly Primed...
To Drop Words of WISDOM In Wordplay Prescriptions...
Now I'm The Type Who’s A... CONFIDENT GUY... !!!
Pretty Much ALL The Time As I’ve Been Throughout My Life...
There’s Only ONE Thing I’m NOT CONFIDENT With...
Breeding turmoil everywhere you go
Churning up the ground
With cries and shouts of
Pain and pleading
Crying and weeping
They're NEVER To Be FORGOTTEN... !!!!!
The Sodden And Down Trodden...
By The ILL Gotten... ROTTEN... !!!
Enslavers And HATERS... !!!!!
FAKE Claiming... “ Bravers “...
So Most People Now Know That When It Comes To Rap Flows...
That EXQUISITE TIMING Is Needed When Rhyming...
To Have People Liking The Rhymes You’re Reciting... !!!
So It’s Pretty CLEAR That I Am A LYRICAL Guy ... !!!
Because My Rhyme Style DEFINES ... !!!
Poetic Designs That Are BRIGHT Light SUNSHINE ...
Or The ... SHARPEST of Minds ... !!!
Well I Guess It’s Time For Heads To Now... “ REASSESS”...
What Will Serve Them Best Now Corona Has Sent...
A WHOLE NEW NORMAL Into Human Portals... !?!?!
of... Future Existence Where ALL These PM’s And PRESIDENTS...
Now It Seems That Some Heads...
Are UNABLE To GET Why I Write My Poems.... ?!?
Well Because There Are Reasons I Let My Thoughts Season...
Verses of Rhyme Through Scripture I Write...
So It Seems These Days That A Complex Is On Display...
Where Being Superior Is The Type of Criteria...
That Is Being Claimed By... Various Names...
And Groups Running Loose In How They Exude...
So The Song Is WELL KNOWN...
The One That Bob Wrote...
Where These Builders Refuse To Use Head Corner Stones...
They Now PREFER To Choose...
The Stones That They Can USE Like A Pair of Work Boots... !!!
So Now It Seems FAIR To Say...
That People These Days...
... REALLY DO AMAZE... !!!
From Their VIOLENT Displays...
To The Things That Some Say...
To How They Then Behave... !?!
Now They STRESS That In Chess....
It's ESSENTIAL For You To Make The Right Move... !!!
So In These Days And Times....
That Are CLEARLY UNSTABLE... !?!
... " Are YOU REALLY ABLE... ?!? "
Beautiful black nurturing Mother,
Throughout history there is no other,
So What Are You... BORN WITH... ?!?
Cos’ I’m Born With A GIFT To Write Lyrical Twists...
That Exhibit How I Think About The Ways That We Live...
So When It Comes To Chicks They Can Be... EXPLICIT... !!!!!!
I DON’T INDULGE In Black Ways Or INDULGE In... White Ways...
I Just TRY TO Maintain Doing Things The RIGHT Way... !!!
But Let Me Make PLAIN What It Is That I’m Saying... !!!
What's RIGHT FOR ME Is RIGHT FOR... ME... !!!!!
Well Lookie’ LOOK LOOK... !!!
... ALL That It TOOK...
Was The World To Get SHOOK...
Like Some Mobb Deep Crooks...
Folks It Is A ... " Fine Line " ... !!!
That CLEARLY DEFINES ...
The Road That I Walk With Words That I Rhyme ...
Cos' Words That I Talk May See Me In Court ... !!!
WITHOUT Sean Or ... " Just Cause " ... !!!
Sometimes It’s True...
It’s REALLY HARD To Get Through... !!!
Fuck
we had it to
the neck,
until the
whole
situation
became violence,
when we
refused to
keep silence.
they killed our
brothers
murdered our
sisters.
You Know ... " The Saga Begins "...
Is A Lyrical Trip Rapped By RAKIM... !!!
A TRUE Lyrical King...
But The Saga I Depict is FAR From... Heroic... !!!
It Seems That Folks SHOULD PREPARE... !!!
For This Phrase I Now Share That Clearly Will SCARE... !!!
For Heads Now Aware...
That The World May Be Heading Into A NIGHTMARE...
DYSTOPIAN... YEAH... !!!
Now We May Have Had... A FEW ... !!!
Who Were Seen As........ “ COOL “........
Who Made Positive Moves To Uplift Black Groups...
What's the point in being black if I have to hide it like a disease? If I wear my vocabulary like a fac
Now Lemme' Deal With This QUICK This ISN'T A Diss... !!!
But If Iron Sharpens IRON... ?!?
Then I'm The RHYMING ... IRON Mike Tyson ... !!!!!
ORIGINAL Like... Dyson...
CLASHING Cos' I'm TITAN... !!!
So Today I Heard Rhymes...
By The Man DEFARI That Just BLEW My Mind... !!!
Because of The Vibe of His Rhyme Design...
Because He Spoke About WHY...?!?
In These Days And Times...
Well It Seems Nowadays THAT..." Black Lives Matter "..... ?
Well I'd Say THE HUMAN Factor...
Is What We SHOULD RECAPTURE... !!!!!!!!
IN FACT What I Mean Is... "Capture"... !!!
Beware of The HAIR YEAH... BEWARE of The HAIR … !!!
DON'T You Dare STARE In Case My Hair...
Decides To SCARE And ATTACK Your Lair … !!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah It May Get DREAD And... LOCK Like Feds' " … !!!
ALL ABOARD... ALL ABOARD... !!!
But Hey This ISN'T A Train Or Some Game To Be PLAYED...
Or Some Kind of Cruise Ship Because This Here Is Calling...
You ........................ BANDWAGON Kids ...................... !!!
MAN These HOSTILE Environments REALLY NEED RETIREMENT... !!!
From WINDRUSH’ Scandals To... Black Lives Battles...
These Environments RATTLE And HERD Like... CATTLE...
Some Think That I'm... " BRAVE "... !!!
To Say The Things I Say About The Ways We Are... "ENSLAVED"...
By Those Who LIVE By Getting Rich...
OFF People Who SLAVE EVERY SINGLE DAY... !!!
Excuses Excuses... So MANY EXCUSES... !!!
For The Type of Looseness That Has Embraced NOOSES... !?!
I ... Fight For What's RIGHT...
And DEFY These VILLAINOUS...
...... Government Types...... !!!
You May Be Good With LAND... ?
But That DOESN’T Mean...
That You’re Good With MAN...
Or INDEED... WOMAN... !!!
Or INDEED Of Course...
With... Your Children... !!!
So What Does This CLASS Thing Mean To YOU... ???
Someone Who Went To A... " Public School "... ?
Or A Gent In A BOWLER Whose Demeanour Is Cool... ?
Well If This DEFINES Class To You... ?
Well It Seems That The Truth...
Is That A LOT of Pursuits AREN'T REALLY That Cool... !!!
Like The Pursuit of WEALTH... ABOVE Mental Health... !!!
And The Pursuit of FAME To Have Yourself Placed...
Well Now It’s Pretty Clear And... OBVIOUS...
That PEOPLE LIKE THEM Really Cause PROBLEMS... !!!
Right From The Top Down... Political Clowns...
Whose Talk Should Be ... DROWNED ... !!!
Now When My Mental DRIVES My Mind To Write Rhymes...
Their Range of Wordplay... Spreads FAR And WIDE... !!!
From Social Crimes To Relationship Strife...
To The Type of Things With Societal STINGS... !!!
Variety They SAY Is The... " Spice of Life "... !!!
Well They Could Also Say It INSPIRES My Rhymes...
And Helps Me To Write... My Poetry ... !!!!!
Ya Know... It’s A Beautiful Mind...
That Provides Clever Rhymes...
About Life And Mankind...
That Are Wise And Refined...
What makes you think you have the right?
To murder innocent black men and women
To imprison immigrants like they are criminals
To steal housing from entire communities
HEY... My Name AIN'T Jane... !!!
Big Virges' PERSONALITY...
Does NOT Embrace... CALAMITIES... !!!!!
Ya Know It's CLEAR The Subject of WISDOM...
Requires Lyricism That's Bred From THOUGHT And THINKING... !!!!!
Now I’m NOT From The School ...
of ... Protecting Ya Neck ... !!!
Because What I Now Do ...
Is ... RESPECT My Text ... !!!
And The Things I Express ...
There Really Are Some Quotes...
That Come From Some White Folks...
That Now... Get Up My Nose... !!!
They KEEP CLAIMING That They KNOW...
How It Is For... OPPRESSED Black Souls... ?!?
So I’m A... High Calibre Weapon... !!!
Who Writes Lyrical Lessons Constructed To STRENGTHEN...
Our Need To Pay ATTENTION To... Social REGRESSION... !!!
Where was your paradagigm when the world took a shift?
Does it resonate? Can you figure why youre so miffed?
Was it closer than you thought and now so far away.
If you were forced upon a crowd, what would you say?
I’ts not that I’m insouciant,
I just can’t find the shape of tongue
To inform you of your ignorance;
To tell you the ways of the world,
In a moment or less.
Taking The Train Is NOT Quite The Same...
Cos' I'm Now A DANGER In IDIOTS Brains'... !!!
Time And AGAIN...
It's The OLD... " Same Ol' Same "... !!!!!
Can you tell me
how I’m supposed to support
a country
that puts children in cages?
Can you tell me
where the line between
Follow me as I clear the way
Serpents in the grass won't make me quake
I shine the light through the darkest night
As I stand tall and battle for my rights
Your beatings won't get me to yield
Hot topic time, what about race?
It’s a great moment to talk about the issue staring us in our face.
You see, during the Great Depression Black people had it the worst.
I still remember, the freedom and the trees I was surrounded by
Suddenly replaced by the dark stink of a crowded cargo hold
A collective nightmare sailing during an endless night
Well It Seems It's... OPEN SEASON...
For... MURDEROUS Policing... !?!
NO MORE Will Blacks Take Beatings... !!!
We're Now In Some...
... " TROUBLED Times "... !!!
So Many Crimes... !!!
And Yet We KEEP...
"Ignoring".................. SIGNS.... !!!!!
I Have A Good Friend...
Who's Always said...
It Was The Rock Who Said It BEST... !!!
But I'll Interpret What He Said...
.... "It doesn't matter what you think, of lyrics that I kick !
.... I'm just being artistic, so, stop being a prick !"
Now.... It’s A PROBLEM THEY'VE CREATED... !!!
The... Covering of Faces...
In Various Public Spaces... !!!
So Now Minnesota’s Facing...
PROTESTS And NO Social Spacing... !!!
You will never know.
Luckily you will never feel that shaking terror running through your veins like ice.
You will never stare before you down the barrel of a gun
We are many shades lighter
But carry the most darkness
Complicit in the genocide
Of those who look different
Ya Know I Read Today On A News Webpage …
That Samuel Jack Was Mistaken For Laurence Fishburne' MAN … ?!!!?
Well It Seems As Though This White Media Bloke …
Thinks Samuels’ Role In Django … HOLDS …
So What Cause Is It ... ?
That They REALLY Stand For ... ?
Because Nowadays I'm Getting IRATE ... !!!
Due To FANCY Talk From Those NOT POOR ... ?!?
About ... " How they help, and can't do more ! " ...
I've Landed In Philly But it AIN'T Been ... " Jiggy " ... !!!
The Same Ol' Same Because of My RACE ... ?!?
NO Time To Embrace ... A Different Coloured Face ...
UNLESS You've Got CHAINS That Affect How You Behave ... !!!
Dna a pattern woven through time and space
I am it’s here and now
Sacred human connection as told in the stories of old
I am the calling of my ancestors
To the non-Afro-Latinos who think they can the n-word:
There is no black pass, when there’s no pass from being black.
When you say the word, you devour a piece of me
The white woman at the DMV
Stares down at me
16 years old and in line for my first I.D.
I take the photo twice to make sure it comes out right
The System, the system of a black man going to jail for life that didn't even get to say goodbye to his wife, or motha or even his own little brotha.
The System, the system of a black man going to jail for life that didn't even get to say goodbye to his wife, or motha or even his own little brotha.
.... "Yo, for my anger settle,
.... Man give me a treble !
.... Wait, i've got to mingle
.... So, give me a single
.... in fact, i'll take a double
.... cos' this may start trouble !"
The ... " GREAT DEBATE " ...
Would Seem To Surround This Thing Called Race ... ?
It Makes Some FROWN And Open Their Mouths ...
About The Ways This Debate Is ... Swept AWAY ..............
You Know it's Funny To Me How Some People Be ...
It's Like HYPOCRISY ... DEFINES Their Breed ... !!!
Like White Girls QUICK To Run Their Lips ...
About Racists Who They Sleep With ... !?!
This is my attempt for you to understand
what it is like to be a black man.
This country and world that sees a criminal,
and sees my future as nothing but minimal.
Allow me to paint you a visual
One Must Show COMPOSURE When Facing Exposure ...
To Ignorant Heads Showing ... DISRESPECT ... !!!!!!
Like Those QUICK To Run Their JEALOUS Gums ...
Who ACT As Though They Fear ... NO FOE ... !!!!!!!
Do You PREFER To Hear Words That Leave You ... " STIRRED " ...
Or Prefer To Hear Verse That's A Lil' PERVERSE ... !?!
Is it Such A Crime To Speak Your Mind … ?
Because It Seems To Be If You're NOT WHITE ... !!!
I Hear This Said So MANY Times … !!!
"Virge, you scare folks with words you rhyme !"
I'm WATCHING YOU Like You WATCH ME … !!!
It's Really NOT COOL To Watch Me Like A THIEF ... !!!?!!!
Now This Story Happened To Me …
Are You AFRAID of What You See When You look At Me ... ?
Well Can't You See That This Is How Most Racists Be ... ?
If You're AFRAID ... Because I'm Tall And Black ...
Why Be Like That I'm Just A Man ... ?!?
London Has Been Said In A .... " City Guide " ....
To Be A PLACE TO SEE ... !!!!!
But You Should Recognise ...
That Prices Are HIGH Even For A Short Train Ride ... !!!
" Love Thy Neighbour " ... For Those Who Don't Know ...
Was A 70's Show That Used Racist Jokes ...
To Show How It Goes With Some English Folks ...
Why DENY Me Because I'm Black ... !?!
Why Try To Stab Me In My Back ... !?!
Why PUT ON ACTS ... ?
Why Be Like That ... !?!?!
I'M SAYING Man Stick To THE FACTS ... !!!
I've Heard These Words SO MANY TIMES ... !!!!!!
"Virge, you've got some Radical rhymes !!!"
I'm Really Beginning To Wonder WHY ... ?!?!?
Sun cast black silhouettes standing proud on cement
auction blocks
Sweltering heat make dark skin sweat in mid morning dew
What if we all walked with our eyes closed?
Would we lose our social standards or would we find new ways to call each other ugly?
Would our skin tone still be juxtaposed?
Does The Sight of My Hair Make You STARE ... ???
If Your Answer Is Yeah Do You Think That's Fair ... ?
It Seems That FEAR Is groWING Here ... !!!
Because Some People Have Shed TEARS ... !!!
TEARS Because A Loved One's GONE .........................................
Why Do People ... " HATE " ... ?!?
Because of Someone's Race ... ?
Because of Their Religion ... ?
Or Because Someone's ... " Gay " ... ?
I Don't Believe In HATE ... !!!
But Hate Is Getting GREAT ... !!!
In a far and forgotten realmWhere love never goesAnd smoke instead of The clean air blowsAnd no birds there anymoreJust ash-covered crowsThat is the realmOf unkept hate That wretched soul was warnedBy the author who spoke for peace Because the ide
It's HARD To Stay ... " Cool " ..
When Police Act The FOOL ... !!!
They're USING The Bomb ...
To Make You BELIEVE ...
That WE DON'T Belong ...
What ... In This Life ... ?
Is It Right To ... " Expect " ... ?
Well One Thing FOR SURE ...
One Day YOU'LL BE DEAD ... !!!
Morbid I KNOW ... !!!
But We've ALL Got To Go ...
I'm Being ... ABUSED ... !!!
I'm Being ... ACCUSED ... !!!
These Days I Feel Cheated ...
Because I'm MISTREATED .... !!!!!
My Job Is A PAIN ... !!!
It's A STRAIN On My Brain ... !!!
Why Does My Appearance Offend Most Folk ... !?!
I DON'T Sell Coc'... !!!
I'm NOT An Ignorant Bloke ... !!!
I DON'T LIKE ... " Crack "... !!!
But Sometimes ... Like A Smoke ...
2016 i learned all the laws and roles in Australia, while i hear the white kids make jokes about Africa and the diseases there “do you have bola, cause you look like you have ebola” and hear the white boy say nigger but you see i didn’t really get
All sad stories start the same
Kinda starts a while back
On a bench you could be asked
“How does it feel to be black?”
I wish the color of my skin was a blessing in society's eyes.
Just because I'm not freak'n pale.
Maybe, if I was darker I would get more hate.
I don't know much about football.
If you could see my face right now
you would be scared.
I haven’t looked in the mirror in 4 years
because
if I do, I’m afraid it will crack.
I’m tired of this life that I’ve been living.
There is no end in site.
Stereotypes exist because of..:
Muslims who blow things up,
Christians who wrongfully judge,
Born in classic white suburbia,
The most American Dream of cities.
Gifted with white picket fences,
Highly rated schools,
And a Mexican population of 3.2%.
I grew up with a carefree view of the world in my youth
I didn’t change until I realized the hard-hitting truth
I started caring about issues in politics and society
Constantly thinking about figuring out a remedy
I yearn for changeMy heart's rearranged Because it's been broken too many times
Are these signs of the times?No accountability for crimes?We're not all equal
I am an American citizen
Born and raised a southwestern Virginian
A member of the USA's dominion
Yet people are still of the opinion
Hate. The word that proves how low your society really is.
Ignorance. You wish to teach love, yet I am a refuge for you fools.
Pretty pink elephants.
Plenty of pastel plants.
Pleasant pleasantries,
Hide perfectly placed “you can’ts”
Beautiful blue hues.
Obvious obligatory societal rules.
High horse views,
Getting named called from my own fucking community is hard.
Laugh at me
For my black shade
For my black hair
For my black face
To my future son,
Bringing you here is a challenge you see, not physically or financially but mentally.
This should not be a part of my worries but you know it’s racism and police brutality.
My mother taught me valuable things. She taught me to treat everyone as equals whether they clean the toilets or sit in a shiny new office on the top floor.
Decades of bad habits, criminal thinking and instant gratification,
Past on through each generation, ADHD had our minds racing,
habits and addictions leading us to a wasteland.
Mid-January is the silent time.
This time all printed words have ignored.
This day the whole of them fall quiet.
They dare not to speak of the dead ones,
Or of poverty-stricken women,
tell me the difference between you and I while
society explains to us that with our own eyes
we're to expect greatness from wealth
while the poor focus on being fly
BUT WHY?
tell me why
To my dear black boy,
I felt your body tense the moment the wailing of the siren rang in our ears
I feel the warmest when I’m surrounded by my family
We live life as if there’s no limitations despite the fact that there are so many
You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and you choose to not wear your glasses?
Red is dripping
Hands once up are now down
Black
Coming in like a flood
No ark is gon save me now.
sirens of red and blue
when all I wanna hear is silence
The hate you give may be
The hate you'll receive
You give what you get,
You get what you give.
So often, this philosophy.
-
And so, molded by hate,
I become what I hate.
Why does this happen?
The so called, “American Dream”
Is the ideology that everyone should live content and in peace
With the friendly neighborhood barbecues
And sewing flags out of fleece.
Where does it end?Where does the bloodshed of my brothers and sisters end?Freedom is non-existent in a world where our skin is not acceptedWe have no real rights because our race is rejected
Why must we
Observe these bleeding bodies
On the floorboards of restless ancestors
Whose lives were tainted by the scoreboard of oppression?
And we sit behind
A phone and find
Undocumented aliens,
Racists see them as the enemies
They’re trying to make a living for themselves,
Not to mention for their families.
Getting deported by I.C.E
So hard to comprehend
Wake up, America
the girls are crying, souls are dying
brothers in neighborhoods, broke as
hell but they’re trying, their utmost best
against an unjust system that
Part 1 inequality
Mind is full
Fridge is empty
But ain’t that the way it supposed to be
I have less so you can have more
Ironic how
Government, Government,
Hear our cries,
All live matters,
Yes! You and I.
Black and White,
Are just colors,
But you and I,
We are brothers.
Fix our country,
What is race? What is racism?
We hear these phrases on the news
In our classrooms
In our textbooks
Race
Racism
How could you think racism doesn't apply to me?
who told you that my Caucasian parents are my omission
from the
jokes about my feature
stereotypical accusations
and
In an alternate universe where every little black boy does not resemble Trayvon martin I am not afraid for my nephew
Oh how joyful would it be…
If America stayed true to its promise and everyone was truly free.
Oh how joyful would it be…
If you weren’t already in jail,
the shade of our skin,
the color of our eyes,
the shape of our noses,
the way our hair falls,
things we don’t decide
yet they seem to be
deciding factors in how we see eachother,
My stupid kike, you inspire me to write.How I hate the way you flap, sneer and snort,Invading my mind day and through the night,Always dreaming about the misreport.
I was born here, but I didn’t ask to be.My parents thought this place would be amazing. They saw a future of peace and love;Little did they know, it would turn out crazy.Where no one loves me, knows me, respects me;I wish this could be a dream, an
Who did this?
Who turned the world on its axis?
in the wrong direction
Who made me scared?
of those blue uniforms
Who made me peek around the corner?
"how much is too much"
i ask my mirror
whilst i cake on the makeup
too light for my skin
they dont want me because
i dont look like them
i am the alien with
my brown skin and
At the early hour
Hearts are still
Echos are devoured
The air is chill
This campus is not hers
She's not the right kind
But she just wants
To get to class on time
I’m here on the scene
With a crying black mother
If you look to your left
There’s a hoodie on the ground painted with blood
Painted with bullet holes and red stains
The raging political climate makes me feel
like water is boiling underneath my floor.
Shouldn't we be done "deciding" arbitrarily
which bodies get rights
and which bodies to put into building projects,
connected by blood and marked differently by hair and villages
they were enticed by our beauty,
we walked the earth with pride
bruised,abused,forgotten
that's how I feel
my ghostly phantom surrounds me
lord please repeal
a world with two colors
black and white
one superior one inferior
what a gruesome sight
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do to show you I’m Human?
I breathe this air, just like you
walk this land just like you
brush my hair as do you
We are Life
And
We are Death
And
We are
Swelling with
Wet leaves burdening our hollowed bones
From growth of generations
Harnessed against the
Oh so necessary, systems
Child,
You are ignorant.
Ignorant to the horrors of our world.
Hatred.
Evil.
Corruption.
Destruction.
No,
poetry.
it used to be what we read in school;
harsh lines for more educated, eloquent, and sheltered minds.
minds untorn by the society around them.
devoid of thoughts of depression,
A stately house it is!
With elegant architecture and an embellished door
However the interior
Is full of gore
It smells
Of burning flesh- Of death
And often one hears wails
My identity came with those around me because the ink cartridges on my skin weren’t enough
I am not black like the other black boys and girls
You may look at me,
But why do you stare?
Have I grown two heads,
Does this cause you despair?
Did some wings just sprout upon my back?
Do I look to be crazed, like I'm going to attack?
I’m an American,
through and through,
but an American with a hyphen too.
An ode to my culture, customs,
and ethnic ties,
yet critics say my hyphen divides,
causes racial tension,
To the world: "Doomsday strikes," prophets crow, from Fox and Twitter and NPR2012 has come again, An election, but one unfamiliar. "This country needs more unity,"
Dear the Ears of Humanity,
Perhaps in this letter you will read
What you choose not to hear.
You may have forgotten I am in college wherein
January’s Tuesdays and Thursdays
A scourge of white rats
Foul, diseased
Intent on destroying everything in their path
And the Pied Piper that leads them plays songs of evil
They have been waiting...
Watching.
For years
Don't lose your head,
lose your temper,
lose your life,
end up dead.
Mama cries for her husband, son, daughter
a hoodie,
a similar face
all excuses for manslaughter
Dear Humanity,
The lips she used to kiss
Her same sex lover with,
And the binary she dismissed
Made them all loose their mind
I AM FROM
I am from that WOMAN over there
And from the place where CANCER forms
I am from
I am from where black lives MATTER
Dear Black son:
In school you pledge allegiance to the flag
every
single
day.
“Liberty and Justice for all”
But something just doesn’t seem right about those words.
We live in a world that takes a little bit too much advantage from us
We live in a world that expects each and every living individual to be far from perfect
On the day my little brother begins to see race.
I'd like to think he will be ready for the talk I'll give him.
I'd like to think he will be ready to carry the weight of all the self-love I will place onto his shoulders.
So my identity is apparently the target on the balck dots for your gunsot.
Wait let me rephrase myself, GUNSHOTS!
And i say that in humility wit the hunger for justice that seems scarce in the streets of a coloured man's world.
I should get an Olympic gold medal, since
Every day I hear that we’re all so smart.
Experts at graphs and charts,
Eyes so small,
I bring you sweaty palms,Dried on my Sunday best.I bring fear and sympathy,In solidarity.I will give posters drenched in
Dear world,
He says - we speak English in America
She says - don't speak in your language
Ask me who I am
Ask me how I've built
Upon my American dream
Ask me how I feel
Dear Listeners,
We find it worthwhile,
To tell you that,
He was a father,
But he was Black.
He was a husband,
Let’s stick with the facts we don't want any one getting confused
In this world of different colors, why is it me I'm getting accused?
Not just that, at the hands of an officer I'm facing death
Dear whom ever you might be,
I am the offspring of nature and the sun
My parents call me their son/sunflower.
My parents are exotic, foreign,
Future generations,
Hear me loud and clear when I say this:
Please don't be selfish,
Don't dismiss
The pain of others, nor their anguish.
Don't dismiss
The needs of the homeless
Tragedy.
Police pulling guns on the daily, to the heads of coloured men, and to the hearts of them, Bang Bang and they're gone just as fast as they came.
Nobody wants to see beauty. In the uglyIn the sink, in the suffering dailyIn all the days before they die,The moments before they sleepSomeone is taking awful chances with chemicals in their body
do not define by words
Do not judge by appearance.
Do not speak with hurtful words
Do not harm others
Do not speak with negativity
Do not judge by skin color
Do not hide because your afraid
I wish labels were for clothes and
Segregation of colors remained in boxes of crayons
That little children used to color their hopes and dreams
On a blank canvas of the unknown.
Her pale arm isn’t raised up high,
I’ve concluded she texting on her phone underneath the table.
Much to my suspicion the teacher calls on her to answer a question.
Brown skin, white palms, my hair is dark and always nappy
I struggle to thrive in a world designed to keep me unhappy
I go to school the teachers think that I'm breaking rules
The face of racism
Uses words to kill all that is good on earth, without glancing back at the damage
It has the ability to claim countless lives in mere seconds, then continue on
Eyes cold as
Concrete
Even when not walking the streets
The halls
So closed off
From the poverty we breath
Considered clean
Cuz the sheen
Easier's to see
Away from the hood
We were fine,
My mother had money,
Built a new house,
We lived in a good, thriving neighborhood.
We didn't know what we escaped would slowly creep up on us.
Gunshots echoed across our community
Abuse brings abuse
The cycle creates psychos
And will continue
To apprehend you
Even while you smile
The vile style
Is not easy to hide
We dive into our psyche
And see stressful times
When will I see
Fruitions of being happy
What happened to respect exactly
What's intact is that I watch my back
Wondering when one close
Decides to hide inside
The lies of emotional ties
I had the mad
Wrong mindset
I regret
The way I slept so upset
Cause I let it my set ways
Portray displeasure for many days
As I rage
I blaze my own page
In misery
However
You wake up in the morning, terrified to leave your home
‘cause you know someone will shoot you if you’re out on your own.
You contemplate wearing that black hoodie in your closet,
Dear America,
You call yourself great,
but you’re built on ignorance and hate.
Your flag colors are red, white, and blue,
but show us your real colors; don’t hide the truth.
A hockey team skates slowly over thin ice.
Lonely but not alone, the goalie stands,
Guarding a meaningless area
That has been assigned temporary meaning.
Her head held high, she takes the puck,
I don't know what you went through,
but it was wrong.
I never felt the sting of those names,
they were just common words to me.
I never thought that they meant that.
I never thought that your skin,
Once upon a time,
in a tower- tall, far and kept away
lived Rapunzel,
a secret princess in her day
Her father, the King
made a mistake he could not take back
Tale as old as time
Sad as it may seem
Privileged white man
Only takes a stand
When it’s for his team
Different is bad
You know......
It's f*cked up when you realize that every adjective that describes you has to be justified and equalized through a movement.
From women's rights, to civil rights, and gay rights,
As day turned to night and night to day. we just simply were obsessed with beauty of nature. we were connected to the veins and the deep generations towards the pedals. the colors, the different capacity.
Long exposure trees
and shadows
Freaky black things
Looking
Beautiful
diamonds against red and blue
green
To live the American dream means to be the one living in the family house that you own
Debt free
That you paid with the money that your white ancestors swept from my black ancestors hands
I too, hear America singing
Many millions of songs.
I hear the song of my teachers
All they say is listen.
Pale skin.
Long, straight hair.
Green eyes.
Slimmer nose.
Thinner lips.
Everyday I wake up and these features haunt me because I thought they would make me happy.
To be or not to be
so if I didn’t want to be black
could I change my ethnicity
Because now and days cops can’t tell
A pack of .99 cent skittles
From a .9mm pistol and forget miranda she was never there
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
People born to privilege deciding what is right.
By the cop lights’ red glare, guns bursting through the air
Gave proof through the night, that inequality is still there.
Our country 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
To you I sing;
White men signing abortion laws
That kill women for no cause
Can you not see your flaws?
Let freedom ring
Oh, when will we see the land of the free
There is a war not away
But right in the streets
A place of division
And fear of police
Oh, the need to come together
Oh, when will we see the land of the free
There is a war not away
But right in the streets
A place of division
And fear of police
Oh, the need to come together
And fight for the peace
America the Lost
When people say “America the Great”
They are almost unwaveringly supporting
An America of Hate.
six feet under
damn what a bummer
all because
of
their skin
what was the color?
black
in america, is this even a surprise
America: Land of the Free, Home of the Brave…
At least, that’s the lie we tell ourselves,
One so fragile a single man kneeling to the ground threatens to shatter it.
Battle
We the people have an obligation
To escape this persecution in search
Of a world in which we can be free
Victory
Now that the hard work is done
And over with, we deserve a break
America the beautiful
Where does your beauty lie?
Is it only surface deep
Like makeup used to cover scars that pierce inside?
And Mother Liberty,
You turn away refugees
Olive Oil
Caseena Karim
my grandmother prays
to a man pale enough
for a public to adore
she tells me,
At 7:30
Every morning,
In robotic voices,
We pledge our loyalty to our country.
Are our voices robotic
Because of repetition?
Oh, say can't you see?
I must fight for my life.
I'll escape from this hell,
dodging blows from your beatings.
I will never be free
to walk out through the night.
I'd be tossed in a cell,
I tried to list out all the problems in society.
But there are so many in this country.
Racists and Rapists run rampant,
Some even run for office
And they get elected.
Method of attack,
Walking while black.
What is your job,
Remove the hijab.
White man's burden,
Forbid the turban.
America's favorite past time,
Make immigrating The Crime.
Abusing, no.
See my reflection on your white skin
You shout "Reciprocated racism!"
No.
Stop.
Listen.
These are the effects of our cause
The results of oppression
Who would've thought a world like ours could be so mean, demeaning lives for financial stability, who would've thought time could go so fast, eight years seemed to just fly past, it's a shame that making the world great again means depriving all t
Is
This
Not
The
Very
Nation
Built on religion
That goes to elaborate
A clear
Segregation
Between
Church
And
State
And the same country that
America the free, America the brave
America where I am looked down upon for the cadence of my name
America where my people are slaughtered in the streets
America where murderers with a badge walk free
we are Different
a family with yellow skin, dark brown eyes, broad, flat noses
we are Different
waiting in line for the U.S. Customs and Border patrol on our drive back from Canada, a family vacation
When I was a kid
I learned what it meant to have privilege.
I learned what my skin color meant for my advancement.
I never felt very smart I was just able to talk to adults.
Eyes
Eyes that show us the world we live in
Eyes that give vivid pictures in our minds
Eyes that let us see the wonder
Eyes that make up our own experiences
If there is liberty and justice for all
Why is it that you only seem to hear the white-man's call
Are my cries not enough
Am I just an angry black woman
Who always feels the need for things to be just
The land of brave
The land of the free
The land to be.
We stand here in awww as if we didn't vote for this change
As if we didn't cast ballets agreeeing to the terms of this contract.
At this 100 day mark I am reminded of my past because of the present And I fear for our children's future I was a white kid reaping the benefitsOf a white South AfricaI don't mean to make a division,
Black Birds
Black birds, black birds
fly in the sky.
Oh black birds, black birds
why aren’t your words being heard.
They called it the free world,
Where people came from around the globe,
Where people came seeking freedom,
And now walk in fear.
What land of opportunity?
America
Land of the...
Oppressed Minorities,
Sexualized children,
Free Caucasian Males.
Home of the
Bigoted,
Racist,
Perverted,
War hungry yet peace seeking.
Assault rifles for protection.
White privilege in a country built on immigrants.
Home of the brave but afraid of innocent Muslims.
America is violence.
America is a land, “where all men are created equal”
But what happens when those men are people of color, Islamic, gay, or female.
Red, blood dripping down the backs of my Ancestors
The crack of the whip is no match for them.
Red, the color of anger
The anger I feel to this day,
Red Green Gold Red White Blue, what is it in color what is it in you, what is it about me, my color makes you hate and doubt me, my color is my reality, my color seems to make you mad at me, my color is brown, not lay down on the ground and shut u
Get out of our way
You Louis XIV
Wolf in Donatella Versace
Stepping into our country
To huff and puff away our industry
Moral diplomatic
America. The land of the free and home of the brave? No, you're only really free if your skin isnt past a certain kind of shade, and apparently the brave are the ones who openly and continuously exercise their right of the second amendment.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Amerikkka- That’s spelled with three K’s.
I pledge allegiance to the flag
that hides lynchings and crusades behind “God hates fags”
Hate.
Intense or passionate feelings of dislike.
Feelings that rip apart friends, families, nations alike.
Today, it is a feeling of honor among this nation.
Jefferson was no man of equality
spitting lines about freedom
and individuality
while holding the chains
of my brothers and me
His legacy never lost
Born in 1999,
a Northwest city.
Three sisters and three brothers,
parents with no college degree
and one income.
But what do I know,
of the riots,
police brutality,
Red, white, blue-the country in which I exist
Never questioned or realizing that something is amiss..
Born to a culture that screams being patriotic since before I was a kid.
Red
When the president promises to make America great again,
Which America is he referring to?
Is it the one,
Built on the backs of immigrants
The one,
Suzie and Manny drive down the road.
Suzie is light and Manny is dark.
But they don’t mind as their hands hold.
They make their way to the skate park
As they hear a siren bold.
Manny pulls over to remark
Dear America, You kidnap me from my home and family in my motherlandYou stuff me under your ships for months and set sail for a New WorldYou ruffle my feathers and force me into your fields You sell me as a slave for way less than my worth You be
Waving flag; Burning flag
Freedom
Equality
Justice
For all
Let your voice be heard
Protest
Disobey
Colors must be
Important.
Why else
Would people
Paint with them
Or have a favorite
Or hate someone because
Though She may think she is sweet and kind,
There is a mean monster behind.
This monster is ruthless
And selfless.
This monster I speak of
An outcast and the people’s man
Is nothing but a lewd artifice of a leader
His white hot rhetoric sears into America’s already scarred skin
She weeps for her children
America! land of the free.
But why does the freedom in my hands look different than yours?
The equation does not equal.
One will never equal none.
I look in the mirror and see myself, just like you.
Everyone talks about how blue the sky was that morning,They talk about the first responders who were quick to help the hurt,About the people who traveled to the golden gates that day About their family members and their friends and all effected,Ab
Dear first language,
I have written to you today to announce a list of grievances you have committed against me
My Constitution, My Bill of Rights, my haughty Declaration.
1) Devaluing me
America is not great and the American Dream is fake.
We are still fighting battles that should have been won over 100 years ago.
Racism and slavery...it seems we have just given up
How about our education it's really bad
We can’t be a diverse world and be based on equality when skin colour seems to be a trending problem. We have changed discrimation into a philosophy where we have this mind set of different races being superior to other.
I was told as a kidthat I was born in the best country.The strongest, the bravest,the hero of every story.
Oh, say, can you see,
blinded by the tear gas
By the dawn's early light,
shining through our body bags as we lay on the street, hitting our 3 hour mark
What so proudly we hailed
What we were then is not what we are now
For changes were made, that were good and bad.
What I don’t understand is exactly how
Melanin Stained Skin
Jeraldyne Norman
Melanin stained skin
Everyone’s staring, glaring through me
Watching each and every step I take
Question one.
How did Nazi Germany rise to power?
A) Religion
B) Scapegoating
C) Nationalism
D) All of the above.
Fade up lights 2 and 3!
We want to have a general wash on the poverty,
So the audience can see but not truly see the details of
The decaying clothes and caved in stomachs and
Those who have always stood by,Have never stood up.Head down.Arms crossed.Stay safe,Stay alive.When they heard the cries they stepped aside.“It’s not my place”This is how they justified.Head down. Arms crossed.Stay safe,Stay alive.When they saw th
the united statesin a separated stateMinorities vs Majorities brother vs brother separated like oil and vinegar because Liberty and Justice For All only quailifies when your Caucasian father and motherpull 100K a yearno justice for the black boy w
All my life I had to fight
All my life I had to fight
I fought
My family
The people I thought were my friends
Even that fool down the street
Faces facing forward,
Focus Fixated on the Flag.
God Bless America,
Land of the Free and those Good-for-Nothing Mexican Scumbags.
Hand over Heart,
Hand over Ears,
over Eyes,
Just imagine the size of who we are
From all of the stripes to every single last star.
People don't realize how far America has actually come.
But people need to start realizing all of the work that needs to be done.
Welcome to America
All are free in this land
But if you are black
Equal rights you cannot demand.
Welcome to America
All are free in this land
But if you are Muslim
I must admit I’m nervous.
Nervous to stand in front of those I know well and those only vaguely.
Nervous to proclaim the things which have caused turmoil within me.
2016 was the year I learned the definition of an anachronism,
someone who doesn’t mold into their own time period,
as if they’re some alien from another planet,
a time traveler indefinitely stuck in the wrong century.
Black In America.
i felt it for the first time.
how Ironic.
I was always Black In America.
2016 was a piñata full of cheap candy.
All around, everyone was chirping dale, dale, dale.
Drive-bys.
Ya le diste uno.
Crooked landlords.
Ya le diste dos.
It all started when I was nine years old
daddy saw a body instead of his little girl
he jumped right on it and didn't realize that was my first moment of being traumatized
now mamma wanna ask what we did for holidays
You ask what is race,
something simple as a face,
the color of the skin,
or your fellow kin.
There is a blank space
Lovely that we get to live here.
Grateful for the hard work of someone else, For Chance
America the Great?
No, America is hate.
Divided by supremacy
yet, we're called "United States."
The unfortunate reality
but I still have faith
that we'll make it through together,
Bloodless
If in designation we find substance,
We are neither truly rich nor poor.
I know what you see when you look at me.
At least I fear as you.
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
A year ago, I was not me.
But who then, have I come to be?
A year ago, I had the same name, voice, and face
I wore these same clothes and lived in the same place.
I have not gone through catastrophe,
I truly believe that every human on this Earth is born with a desire to save the world,
and somewhere along the way,
we realize that this world does not want to be saved.
Smashed windows
Town stores burned to the ground
Streets blocked
Cars as our stepstools
This is not peaceful
Ruined views
Torn down pews
Yelled, screamed, shouted your brother’s name
How were we so different from the white man?With copper or white skin.We are all the same on the inside,With a heart, bone, and shin.
A lone girl holds her mother’s hand
“What are they doing? We have done nothing wrong.”
The next things her mother said
were sung in a lullaby song--
I'm doing this because I love you,
Don't you get it?
What happens when I'm gone,
And you have no one to look up to.
Huh? Huh?
Wake up!
Rise above hatred and become unique!
Make a difference by stopping the racism!
Let me tell you about a young African-American girl stopping her fellow white classmates from being racist to her.
Knives thrust deep within the backs of others;
Smiles that keep igorant minds at bay;
Words that break barriers and bones alike;
Deception and destruction and acts of strife.
In a world so empty of hope.
A get away from norm,
the every day racial tension in Newark takes its toll,
store after store I am pre-judged as a thief ,
Not knowing I am a college student who just happens to be striving for a degree.
Each Night,
I rub, I scrape
and I fight.
Each night I try
to wash the pigment
I cry
as my skin begins to redden
I can't take it off.
All of a sudden
I stop.
I think about it quite often,
actually,
how some people can't even afford a coffin,
to bury their loved ones in.
Humanities bible
Mind tricks they present and we swallow
Programming complete
Were so use to the poison its impossible to get sick
Their word is gospel
Babylons spokesmen
I said, "How long will it take?"
I mean, we've seen the same mistakes
Ain't it crazy after all this
We're still waiting for change
And the faces are the same
The pain, it still remains
She asks me, Quieres café?
And I respond you are too sweet.
Too sweet to the point that I don’t have to take a sip from this Colombian coffee
Because you helped me rise when I fell deep and saw nothing but fake images.
PART I:
just.
one.
breath.
For that is all it takes
-In and out-
To escape the chaos
and relieve the doubt.
Some white guy cooked up the idea that Americans bleed red, white and blueFrankly speaking, that just isn't true.I've seen so many Americans bleed,On the Internet, on tvAnd let me tell you there's red in the streets
Does beauty fade from my skin if it's too dark?
Well if beauty is only skin deep, judge the color of my heart,
The hue of my soul.
And if you look inside my heart, you should find a hole.
The Window whispers to me
It told me it wanted to be free
And no longer cry
The Window called to the key
It responded shaken; a little shy
It said you know you can see
the america that i live in doesn't require me to be in chains or present a certificate of my purchase when i walk alone
but are my chains really gone
am i not bound by the color of my skin
by the statistics
I sit, my phone is in my hand and my heart beating fast
Captions says, Another Black Man Killed by Police
A video is linked. The video starts.
Black.
That's what they see first.
Black.
That's what they hear first.
Black.
That's what they touch first.
Black.
That's what they remember first.
On the occasionally sunny day,
when it does not rain
The Smiler walks out into the blue of today,
and bike rides to the city
The Smiler is one who,
sees with open eyes
I dream that the country I live in will love me
Like I have loved it.
I am grateful
But how has my country,which I left everything behind for been grateful back
By fitting me into a group, calling me a rapist
September twenty second, the day this nation gave freedom to her black folk
the day, every black man became free, but free..from what?
"Why is it that we can have an all girls school,
but when we have all boys schools,
it's sexist?"
Except,
No one's said that.
And if they have,
There are people who find all girls schools sexist.
do you see her?
a girl trying to survive
this world carrying opinions of
her race and gender
on her back?
do you see him?
We dye our hair crazy colors.
They call us “ghetto”.
They dye their hair crazy colors.
They call them “hipsters”.
We twerk.
They call us “ratchet”.
They twerk.
You expect us to stay docile in the face of oppression
To accept the death of our people without exception
You wish to see us stay quiet as our children lie wounded and bleeding
Not today.
I’ll do it tomorrow.
Does this sound familiar?
It’s what kids tell their parents. At least, that’s how it was in my household.
Back when the two pillars of freedom collapsed
A people, galvanized, suited up and axed
The chance to make peace by going to war
Without ever asking; What are we fighting for?
Many people see equality as something that brings races togetherWhen in reality it adds a brand new fatality to the people you don’t like, and it’s not even a fair fight.I always hear people say“The whites oppressed the blacks”Or“The blacks are op
These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone
Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun
Race-ism hitting the psyche of humans deep
Please don't hate me
for something I didn't do
Please don't hate me
for the people I'm related to
Please don't hate me
for the color of my skin
I don't hate you
Do you not hate me too?
Tell them I’m kind
Tell them that my intentions weren’t blind
The fact that one characteristic could change one’s mind
My hearts racing but the beat slows I’m losing time
She is the darkness
She is the core of all that is
That darkness covers her like a cloak of beauty
Deep and rich, like a serendibite skin
Thousands of immigrants coming from Mexico and
Syria. Hateful racism is all we have planned –
Remember the feeling of being new to this land.
Sickening sights of xenophobic protest
Walking down the street, my mind as clear as the baby blue sky,
"Hey, look at that girl, she's one of them!" says one angry, aggressive guy
Now my mind is not clear, it is far from pristine,
Allah means God,
I know that because I have a friend
She's muslim, with darker skin, wears a hijab
But we can still joke around, laugh and play, I thought we could do this every time,
But not today...
Trumpet player played the blues
His soul out there for the world to see
But none take him seriously
It makes me sad when people make fun of black girl’s curlsBecause that’s all I ever wanted.My hair is curly too, but not curly enough to be coolor flat enough to be normal or white people hair.
Imagine darkness
Blackness with hints of color
Unusual yet subtle...
Imagine lonliness, yet devoured with fear
Thats how I feel
Lost in a sea of whiteness
my sister is blonde
and she is one of the smartest people I know
my friend is muslim
and she has the kindest soul
I'm on the transgender spectrum
I am not confused
Gina Napolitano
Cotton
Your crosses are covered in blood.
Not the blood of Christ,
But the blood that oozes from brown skin.
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.
The one thing that upsets me the most, is when they teach racism and segregation in school.
Because as a little kid growing up never did i even fanthom the idea that someone could be superior to another based on the color of their skin
Senior Year
17 and 18 year old punk kids
Who used to be prodigies, geniuses, beyond their years
We were told we were so smart
I'm scared
Scared of what's to come
Scared of what has happened
Scared of what is happening
Scared of what could happen
No white or black
Just a well laid track
And often a concerning lack
Of humanity is seen
Forgetting the in between
Just fallowing a track
To human demise
A world were one another
A shot of colors blare into the blackened night
The sound of firecrackers blinding us from reality.
Once the people from the big star in the sky,
Somewhere beyond the rainbow
Beyond where streets are paved in gold
Beyond where freedom’s gospel is quoted in stone
What even is a world without hate?I wouldn't know, this one sure ain't.We live in a society teaching us nobody cares,that nobody wants you,and nobody's there.Society teaches us to not like what we are,
Maybe I’m just cursed to walk down these empty halls,
Get skipped in role call,
Eat lunch alone – In bathroom stalls,
Keep my head down, do my work, don’t draw attention,
Too much is going on.
Its a world full of wrongs.
Can never get it right.
Lift our voice,they take our life.
Speak some sense , they flip the switch.
Police no different from the men in the sheets.
I have a dream, much like Dr. Martin Luther King. That this country will stick to its important creed. "We The People", Blacks weren't included, but are they now? Why no respect for the black in office right now? He's a monkey!
Why does every planet have a moon? Why can't these words lift up out this tune. Why are there police shooting, innocent kids, like politics are crictal? But this rhymes I'm spitting are lyrical. Guess it's the sign of the days.
You use racism as a mask to hide your inner desires.
The sheep herders are just liars, but you choose to ignore it.
This looks like rough justice, I need some solace
in this time of distress, riots got me on edge.
When you're little you won't notice.
Perhaps, they won't even do anything for you to notice.
You'll live your toddler days in sweet unknowing bliss.
But that's only if you're lucky.
Blue eyes look at me,
My dark skin is defined by the dirt and sweat of cotton fields,
My skin has been beaten, bruised and burned
The darker I am the more I'm tortured,
The blue eyes are evil,
Am I white enough?
Child of the people brave and true
American by breed
So through scorn by those who sold our lands
Propagated, fumigated and discarded the clans
I am white and privileged
I wonder what oppresion must be like
I hear cries from all around
I see history repeat itself
I want a change
I am white and privileged
Your existence is never trivialYour sins are always forgivableYour crimes are all permissibleNo matter how despicableYou’ll never be held accountable
Big ass, big tits, and over sized lips.
Long weaves, fake nails, and bright red ass lipstick.
Bad attitude, smart remarks, and the things that make me and you sick.
That's your typical black girl.
But it ain't me.
I feel a little awkward, like maybe I should be ashamed
Because I don't think I was born with the right to write a poem about race
My skin is not black or brown or red, not even my hair or eyes are naturally dark
Cinnamon, Rosemary, Pepper, Nutmeg, Cloves, Aleppo Pepper, Ancho Powder, Cacao Powder, Carribean Spice
My blood Runs with the Crucifixtion of those Diamonds and Minerals you wanted.
We make your shiny TVs and your shiny phones.
We make your pretty shoes and stitch your pretty clothes.
You pick and choose what pieces of our cultures you adopt
And you sneer at what you don't understand
A Banana
The names they called me
When I acted white
Even though I’m Asian
Haha
The sound I made
When I remembered
That I’m ¼ White anyways
Hapa
Not quite the right mix
Writing is an honorble plan for man, as long as the writing in some way could help man understand for generations to help them learn special plans and avoid the scams and ditches of life.
Will this pen improve my writer's lense?
you will survive
emerging into the world like any other baby
small, wrinkly, squinty, and fragile
From the outside looking in you may think we are simply wide eyed and ignorant.
So, what makes a person not racist? Because a non black family adopted a black girl or boy, they can start dropping racist comments? Stop using that as a decoy.
Yes, my skin is brown as milk chocolate,
Yes, my hair is black and thick as wool,
Yes, my lips are full,
Yes, the way I carry myself and the way I sway my hips date back to the motherland,
Now I'm not political. I dont vote. Not even old enough to have taxes to do. But some things have been said that simply aren't true. Now i'm not Mexican. But I am a minority of a minority Black, Hispanic ,Native ,woman and left handed too.
I am crumpled.
I am tumbling
through a busy street-
not lifted by this wind
but dragged.
I am breathing.
I am lucky
the paper bag is about
I've been told that the world is not rainbows and sunshine.
That's fine.
But what is it do you want this world to be?
Because everything in this world is the same:
I'm afraid to raise sons in this world.Black men who will be profiled and targeted from my womb,
As we sat in the car
in the midst of evening rush hour
we spoke of the riots going on downtown
"Yeah I'm glad the blacks are protesting,
peaceful or not, they should let out their anger."
The human world is a mess,
A Disney quote one might know,
So many problems we need to address,
To end the pain and stop the woe.
There’s isms galore constantly around us,
I see
Native Americans: We stole this from you
Black people: We brought you here
Mexicans: Get out and stay out
I demand change.
In these twisted, damaging days.
Where women are afraid to leave for work
for fear of merciless rape
Where people of color
cannot receive a fair wage
My main thing on racisim is dating.
why do people love the enjoyment of entertaning someone else relationship.
it's hard to believe i'm ***FLAWLESS sometimes
but looking at the evidence, who can deny?
with the way syncopated drum rhythms wrap around my head like a crown
Cease and desist
Or else suffer the consequence
We live in a police state
Corruption is rampant
Forces of racists and brutatlity reign
Another innocent gunned down, bring a city to fame
You’re the whitest person I know!
They laugh and look at me expectantly
Their eyes gloss over
And they fidget from foot to foot
Like they’re warming up for a race
Getting ready to run away from the mouth
The opposition comes across the field
In many shapes and sizes
But the difficult part about opposition
To realize is
That a lot of the opposition I cannot see
Is coming to attack from behind me.
I feel it in your voice
I sense it in your stare
I taste it in your tears,
a battle fought for countless years
#NoFilter, I can’t be her
Not actually a girl, prefer to be my own
Version of self-expression, my decision alone
I don’t wear the idealized pink skirts
Sexism and racism in society irks
These days, we hold gunsAt the ones we onceHeld our guns for.We give out freedomAs a broken promise.We don’t care
What would life be for me
If I were born to another family
How different could it really be?
To be amongst the sea of poverty
Rather then the throne of affluency
How different would I see?
Time after time I am told not to wake up from the pill induced coma that they put me in,
Supposedly brainwashed and made to think this round peg could never fit in to a square opening.
But I woke up like this.
I shook and dissolved
into beams
of pride
and pain
as Neiel Israel spoke the line into existence;
“Every day a black man walks
He is like Jesus,
One white kid in the whole neighborhood
All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth
That every one of us wants the same exact thing
To find a safe haven and to have a family
They call us
thieves -
filthy, hungry,
bean-eating
wetback thieves.
They look at our
brown skin
and sneer.
But
they do not know
who we really are.
Bullet to the heart
Hands up in surrender
White flag of peace
But he's going under
Childhood rebellion
Fighting back
I hide my skin beneath my clothes
In hope that no one sees or knows
The word that always twists the knife
Yes, I am white
I come to understand and find
That when I greet my fellow man
I know how the world ends
It ends with racism and too much diversity
It ends with riots and corruption
It ends with dominance and death
It ends with war for all and peace for none
Ethnicity, an identifier to some,
a misfortune to others...
to her.
She hides, her true identity under a body she feels isn't her own,
Mocked behind closed doors
Land of the free
Home of the brave
As long as you're white
And not transgender and certainly not a queer lady.
I tried so hard
So hard to just show who I am
But
It scared me
Because I felt like no one would like who I am
I just wanted to be free
So free that I wouldn't care what other people thought
A lovely day,
Dull yet gay,
For a peace
Prevailed.
But all was gone
In the blink of an eye.
Let us arise swiftly
Let our movements be done
Abruptly
Like the wind
So that they may never catch us
Us,
We who lay in the shadows
Hiding in the darkness
for we know no fear
Yes I'm black, that doesn't mean I'm vulnerable to attack,
I'm just like you, a human, red blood, emotions and a moving figure,
You told me
You told me the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice.
But now I realize that not everybody has the same taste.
So your eyes partake of my identity and you spit me out of your mouth and exclaim
its time for a change
its time to be heard
real life problems
in teens things have gotten so absurd
the pain
these kids experience
every day
break the chain
stop the rain
I am not a racist.
Just becaues I state a fact.
If you call me a cracker
expect a slur to come back
Don't expect me to take it
Just because I am white
You'd cry "Racist" if i did the same
My tears have begin to dry,
but I can still hear the whispers as I walk by.
Though loud as a dog's bark,
it's as quiet as mouse's yawn.
They see me, but not my pain.
Let Me be free to make a friend without worrying about their color
So I won’t offend
Let Me be free to go to the party and not be pressed
For being the girl wearing the best dress
Who decided that our skin was tainted
Anything that isn't light and innocent
Light and free
Is an enemy to purity
The skin is what decides who we are
Even when you try to take on another skin
A body in the street
but no one knows how the small child sees
his brother dead facedown
now he will be remembered as a corpse and the child a statue
Is this what we wanted
I had a dream
that one day we really could be
what it is we really do see
in ourselves, in the mirror starin back at me
instead of what people wanted to see
My stomach's curling..
Donald Sturling is hurling tomato's at me
He's big and burly so he throws with high speed, but it was only a dream
I wake up
Greed
The need to be freed from his STD
Everyone sees the world,
but how exactly do we see it?
That person sees starving Africans,
this person sees people who never had a chance.
That person sees a homeless man,
abird in the skyfell to die, yet a will to driveand mind on restfell into a nestgod blessed! a new kind of test-with feathers, my strengthhis renewal
There's one person walking down the road,
and another person walks up behind this person,
and assaults him.
Then the police step in.
They find the culprit, and reveal the information
We are justice.
We are peace.
We speak for the dead that can not speak
Gunned down without reason
Paid administrative leave
There is no justice
We are not free
19602014Makes no difference to meHistory repeatingWhether youFire hose meRape meBeat meLynch meGun me downCan't control the center of the problem#IfTheyGunnedMeDown
There is a world where society tell women their looks matter more than their brains
And shoe shopping and lipstick are more coveted than Master’s Degrees and smiles.
People aren't the same.
If they were,
The world would be lame.
Skin Color,
It don't matter to me brother.
& personality,
Its all reality.
To me, anyone can be my friend,
His skin color does not mean
to violence he is keen
Skin color can't tell what lies
within a person, be it cruel or kind
Breaking not so new news: a young Mexican boy was shot and killed by an older white male.
7 billion people in the world as of today
Asians, Africans, Europeans, we got it each and every way
What makes us different? The color of our skin or how we look?
I am tired
Tired of waking up at 6 AM to go to a white-washed prison where
I am taught
Not to learn
But to pass a test
Tired of hearing my dad loudly groan, "Oh really?!" when he sees a homosexual
Far from home they fight,
In a land that’s not their own.
Their enemy has no face,
Yet they fight on.
In a time of terror
Not knowing who is friend or who is foe,
The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate
when racism is much larger than you imagine
Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys
One brown paper bag.
It all started with one brown paper bag
Against the charcoal of Mother Africa
And the sandpaper of Nefertiti,
And the rift grew into a canyon.
The cocoa-drenched emperors
A few streets down
away from this perfected outer shell of blissful indulgence that we have created
lies
a city of
distorted faces,
starvation,
violence.
When I was growing up, I was told to always fight for what I believe in. Whether it's for the greater good or for sin. But when I entered school, I was told to think differently. To just be a good person and not to express myself publicly.
This is a message to the world
To each and every boy and girl
No matter your age there’s nothing to fear
Young or old, you have to be bold
I ain’t saying its fine to play mind games
Magnificence was not something I questioned as I child
Certain People deserved to be heard
America is my home
In no small way am I alone
but we don't want to be acting like fools,
so American society has to set a rule:
I watched a video of a man
The black girl.
Built strong, legs long unlike her hair.
Hair thick like her hips. Full lips.
Left on this earth for a purpose but constantly forced by society to find it alone.
to survive
in your skin
in this dead place
you participate in humor
that allowed them to see you
I started to think about the sun
That hot blazing fire in the sky
Destined to bring the earth to her death
Every movement
Every heartbeat
Every breath
Gone
We all have problems
different though they may be.
But if you tell someone their problems
don't matter—
that they were sheltered so
If there's one thing that disgusts me about the world today it'd be the lack of acknowledgment of wrongs
This country is the biggest offender especially when its main goal is based off of legal tender
One summer as a family we took a vacation to a whole nother state in this country's nation
We were going to Arizona to see the Grand Canyon
And to get there we should've gone to Flagstaff
Why do we hate, when we are from the same creator?
Why do we criticize and judge, when we are under the same blood?
Why can't we be friends , when we all sin?
Why is a question that everyone face.
Growing up I never saw color or hair types or differences.
I never knew that Suzy was different and not like me.
But as kids we always ran together and played together.
We would even take naps under the same tree,
Growing up I never saw color or hair types or differences.
I never knew that Suzy was different and not like me.
But as kids we always ran together and played together.
We would even take naps under the same tree,
The streets are filled with me,
The streets are filled with you.
its difficult to see,
its impossible to understand.
the band,
the band of brothers.
of whom will die and kill,
faces grey
carved with hate
heads shaven like
a landscape stripped of vegetation
and left to the barren ground
acid eaten faces
with small hard dark eyes
figures devoid of the touch
our past is a sad one
filled with voices who never got the chance to be sung
those who were killed because of the color of their skin
My skin is whiter than the snow that kisses the peaks of the mountains
My roots are more knarled than the roots of an aged willow
My hair, my eyes, my mouth
None of them are ordinary.
My aunt works long days and nights
Scouring pages of legalities
To protect each human’s rights
Because she couldn’t stand idle and watch fatalities
Gained from hovering oppression and plight
It was once physical
Others were considered property
Now it is social
Others are considered inferior
So since we can't control what they think
We control what they do
The world has turned its face from the Sun,
And I don't know if it will turn again.
In the dark black I stumbled over the Earth crying-confused
Roadburn on my knees, gravel imprints in my gray-pink palms
Why do people judge me?
They look and see I decree,
But never open their eyes to
Think of the person that is underneath.What truly makes me, me?
I hear the word so often that I have become numb to it.
I think that is the worst part. They call me out of my name and they hate me so much.
a night out with an incredible female friend
an enjoyment full of laughter
as we were waiting for waiter to provide service
a waiter said hello to two gentlemen that were gay
As they say, “From the Beginning,”
God made us a life worth living
Then we learned to lie and steal
Now this world is just too real
Then it became a commercial enterprise and they were changed.
They ate what you ate even when their insides rejected it with every taste
Racism, a form of xenophobia ?
have you seen the media?
the innumerable racial discrimination
I am constantly faced with the question:
"What are you?"
Because I am not White enough
To sit with the cool kids
But I’m not Black enough to chill with the crew
"What are you?'
I think of when I was kid
young and naive.
Ousted by my own friend who left me for sports
and the other who left for Arkansas.
I remember the gravel I used to sit on
My hair
My eyes
My height
All things I could change
But what I would change is something much more
It not about myself, its about the world
Rather than helping one sole, It would help much more
Change the world any time,
does sound fine,
all I need is the mind,
and the word world to be defined.
because my world is changing all the time,
my brain flexes and my life is realigned,
Change is something everyone is quite familiar with.
Change can be good and also bad.
People sit around waiting for change to happen instead of getting up and making the change themselves.
"I walk down these streets and see the flowers line the wall,
I walk down these streets and see the buildings grow so tall,
I would enjoy them, trust me, I have the time,
Living in a town with less then 10,000,
Creates an environment with little uniqueness,
Cookie cutter, cookie cutter, cookie cutter,
Everyone is the same.
How do we become unbiased if no one changes the game?
You look at me
What do you see
Do you see the stereotypical "double negative"
Or a young woman just trying to live
I'm just the same as you, you, and you
Made of dreams, aspirations, and potential too
Such wonderous pieces
Spread far and wide
With various colors that often collide
We separate them
And choose the colors
While some with one, while some with others
But behinds these colors
It's that time again
that same Box again.
That tiny square on every test
that taunts me and says:
You don't fit in here
You don't fit in anywhere
Your skin is too pale, you non-Chicana
Job programs are being created for those with exotic skins.
I am white, where are my programs?
There are no scholarships for being white.
I am lesser, but I am told everyday I'm greater.
I brought you into this world I can take you out.
These are familiar words that every black child hears when they act up
The Father, our Father
clenches his jaw and whispers these words into our ears
I look in the mirror and I see a girl
A girl who wants to change the world
Show everyone what could be
If from our eyes we erased the greed
The greed of a nation wanting more
Money, power galore
Racism.
It's such a strong word,
A prevelant issue,
Something that separates,
Discriminates.
It leads to wars.
It does not love.
It is an unjust system.
It hurts.
Ever known the feeling of a stomach that knows no fullness?What would you change if you could stop all the badness?
Freedom of speech
Or freedom to be rude
Freedom of religion
More like freedom for discrimination
Let’s get real here
People are racist
Especially my generation.
Let's go way back to ancient times.
The past unraveled just take a look.
What you seek can surely be found
within the pages of a history book.
Martin Luther King has known
exactly what it was he sought
I would make everyone see that
We're all human.
We're all the same.
Sharing the same planet and co-existing in beautiful diversity
And these things you call
"race"
"sexuality"
"gender"
You say youre like me and that I am like you
And that we are both entirely free
But you have a white picket fence
If I could change one thing
It would be so that the world could stop hating.
It would be so that the color of my skin,
The religion that I practice,
The people whom I choose to love,
If I had the power to change only one thing
I would know the answer without having to think
I would stop all the innocent from being slaughtered
Their blood staining the world with red
Two eight-year-old boys meet.
One of ebony skin,
One of cream.
After hours of frog-catching at the park,
Their fathers see, and take them apart.
Why can't we be friends?
Oreo
To think a childhood could reincarnate itself in mockery
Oreo
that's what they call me
Oreo
because I'm too black to be white, but not black enough to BE black
Oreo
Your hatred is unreasonable, unfathomable, and irrational.
So why continue to say that name in place of my own?
You are the NIGGER
The low-down and the dirty.
The hatred.
There’s a faded, torn pictureMy grandma lovingly tapedOf the day she stood in front of old AbeAnd with thousands of othersCheered for a dreamA dream full of hopeThat we wouldn’t see
The thing i would change is the thought about race
Ill make a change across the nation and the unified states
To show the people of the world what they've all been missin'
And make the world see my vision
If I could change one thingIm sure what it would beI would push countries togethereleminate boarders, I would open their eyesand make them forget the colors.
A young child was I, innocent and free,
with my best of firends a boy named jack.
we were young and like all, carefree
only one difference he was black.
At the local corrnerstore we were the same,
If I could change one thing
I would end discrimination based on race.
It's not about our skin color
We're all the same.
Colleges ask you to state your race
But why does that matter?
Bold Dark presenceWreaks its havocAmongst the people,Poison’d human Morality,Degraded by Brutality,Guarded from Equality,Caged by harmful Mentality.
Asians,Blacks,Whites, Latinos, Indians,
living together with anger and opposition.
United We Stand.
Divided by Culture,
Mulitplied by Love,
Subtracted by Hate,
Added by Caskets,
Good question, what would I change
well I would change alot of things
no more of signs thrown by gangs
and the sound of the world going BANG!
but that's only one thing that bothers me
help and throw money
Good question, what would I change
well I would change alot of things
no more of signs thrown by gangs
and the sound of the world going BANG!
but that's only one thing that bothers me
help and throw money
Good question, what would I change
well I would change alot of things
no more of signs thrown by gangs
and the sound of the world going BANG!
but that's only one thing that bothers me
help and throw money
Good question, what would I change
well I would change alot of things
no more of signs thrown by gangs
and the sound of the world going BANG!
but that's only one thing that bothers me
help and throw money
Good question, what would I change
well I would change alot of things
no more of signs thrown by gangs
and the sound of the world going BANG!
but that's only one thing that bothers me
help and throw money
Good question, what would I change
well I would change alot of things
no more of signs thrown by gangs
and the sound of the world going BANG!
but that's only one thing that bothers me
help and throw money
Good question, what would I change
well I would change alot of things
no more of signs thrown by gangs
and the sound of the world going BANG!
but that's only one thing that bothers me
help and throw money
Good question, what would I change
well I would change alot of things
no more of signs thrown by gangs
and the sound of the world going BANG!
but that's only one thing that bothers me
help and throw money
Back from school,
about to cross the road,
a car appears near me to turn.
his window down,
face pointed towards me
if I were another,
maybe not a thing would have happened.
As it was, it was I,
Blank stares are given,
Long live the smacks of hands that raised
pains that slave the masses
Yet ignored through the constant acknowledgements
Embelished though it seems
the hate is real...
“Asian” used to be a thing of beauty,
But now there are images of labor—
Simply that is our soul duty.
But we, just like all, are humble neighbors.
Once, a boy goaded on by his friends
yelled “BORDERHOPPER” in my face.
(I must have a very large stride, then,
to have hopped the Pacific Ocean.)
To be fair, it was middle school.
What's hard about being an american,
Is when I see a fellow brother begging from a can,
When people pass by just because they can, when they cant even spare a cent, when that could help with someone's rent.
There is a difference between a right and a privilege; a right can never be taken away from you, no matter what.
Colors are light.They rule the world more than God.Black is a color.
Black is a color,It is all colors,A wise man said.
Based on a set ofFibonacci cheat codes,And an almight being;We all came from oneFlower stemWhich postioned us as petals
Be true to where you come from
But don't make it what you are
All people are quite different,
Yet not too far apart.
No matter what you look like,
upon this planet Earth.
I dream of a world without discrimination,
Where peace exists and happiness is the definition of life.
We live in this world together
I can’t run from you
And you can’t run from me
There is a limited space of land & sea
No matter where you go
"We are connected in an inescapable network of mutuality
I go to school in a melting pot
I thought I was the majority but now I think not
I am now the minority at school not that is matters
It took me two years to notice it and my brain isn't scattered
I ran across a tweet yesterday,
"If you're darkskinned, you need to atleast have a pretty face. #TeaLightskinned"
Funny thing is, whites don't even have to be racist anymore, we're doing it for them.
I am your darkie.
Your raisin in the sun.
Your guide to trendsy, urban culture;
Your go-to-girl for the 'black perspective'.
A pawn in your game.
You smile in my face, spewing your venom.
And I smile,
BLACK
By David Harris
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?
Dear Mr. American History:
Your tie: red white and blue,
representing the noose of oppression you pledge yourself to.
I am directionally challenged
Winding roads lose their landmarks
Maps lose their meaning
And bam, I’m lost
I am the black girl sitting in the back of your classroom
The black girl that deals with racism day after day
when the door closes that's when the clock stop, that's when his mind take control, to all those who don't know he's speaking in ways only some will fully know while others stare blankly and you just continue to go no stops or brakes not even a
He's tall and dark,
I'm short and light,
reverse racism is still racism,
it just isn't right,
Nationality from the South
Separated from the U.S
With a giant wall
Go back home they say
Go hop over they say
This is home I say
I belong here I say
Nationality from the South
I raise my fist for all races, and for all individuals who want to be more than fabric and the monetary equivalent of a shopping spree.
I may be dark but I am not stupid.
What you expect based on my skin color,
the poppies
I walked along the trail I traveled frequently.
Why did all the poppies die?
Is it because the sky did not cry for their sorrows and the grew bitter and dried up?
Skittles,
Multicolored Candy that's Sweet to the Teeth
Mingle with blood on the concrete floor
Of an innocent boy
Whose color didn't match his murderer
So why didn't we war
On a gluttonous bigot,
why is the media scary todayTwenty dudes got married and gaythe world viewed it as okayfor marriage i prayin our flesh we stay the blessed lamb we slayyou want to see my nigtmarestune in and turn on
I'm drowning in the inability to let go
there is no siding to grab
no raft afloat
just me
alone
in this ocean.
as wilson difts away
I scream in desperation,
"I have lost my self control!"
My skin
cannot find its’ purpose
in newspapers
uncomfortable
it makes you
ashamed
guilt makes you look dirty
little girl
played slavery when she was seven
tar baby
Day by day
We wake up
What do we say?
Day by day
We get out of bed
All the words we say
Are just made up in our head
Day by day
We paint a picture of ourselves
This skin is not my own; it's not a place I call home.
Not somewhere I can be me, not a place where I can be free.
Acid rain pierces my heart and tears my life apart.
To the "dear" Mrs. Langerman.
How dare you take advantage of a young child.
She was innocent, sweet and mild.
Just because of her race you stood there
Discriminating and staring with that dark stare.
You who never cease, Breaking the heart of another
keep taking another piece, as if it wasn't a bother.
night and day goes by, as that child you bully,could very we'll die.
I want to ask you
if there is some connection
between the religious pendant on your wrist
and the dark skin that it halos.
I want to ask you
if you can feel the collective sigh
Why do you hate me?
Is it cause my skin is the same color as the trees?
Is it cause my eyes are a little smaller than yours?
Or cause I hug and kiss just a little bit more?
Dear Diary,
I'm. Mad.
No excuse me that's not what I meant to say-I meant to say I'm pissed off.
Racism
Sexism
Heterosexism
Classism
Humans
Oppression
Privilege
Advantage
Suppression
Humans
White
Heterosexual
Male
Perfect
Different x5
You see I am different
No matter which way you...
Swing it, write it, or say it
Say it, write it, or swing it
Different I am
So, my skin isn't too light. Some might even say it's not right, just wrong. My hair isn't long by the beauty-man's standards. It lacks in flat and lifelessness. It's curly and wild, not wispy and slight. My eyes shaded with shadows and brown.
If only we were color blind…
The hurt,
The pain,
The feeling of being the undeserving, or
The inferior would disappear.
in the lonely republic,
a little white girl puts pink
and red ribbons on her
dark skin barbie, the one
she hides from her mother.
They walk around scared and when we come near they give us odd stares
when really we should be the ones with fear
when the coppas roll around the gun us down outta no where
You call me a terrorist,
But I'm not the one
Scaring others. I don't
Threaten my country, or
Its citizens. You're the one
Doing that. I'm as American
As you are, but I appreciate it more.
We as a nation fail to realize what's what when it comes to politics. When something goes wrong we're quick to blame our president. If someone kills someone pf a different race, they're racist or a terrorist.
Take a look inside my life I bet you think it's perfect no strife but its actually the opposite the constant consonant of a continent that's how my life is when you look on the other side but it feels like there's nobody by your side it's tough.
i raise my hand
but the bitch doesnt see
i have to go to the bathroom but she says others are out
but what does that have to do with me?
i have a different bladder a different life
but what does she know?
Wish I was colorblind
Differences weren't relevant
Soon as I was to find
A dog is not an elephant
But what about the hurt
so important color
sep'rating whites from dirt
The way you treat me is so dark and grimm
Just because we have a different flavour of skin
I cant get a job to even feed my family
The hate that I see and the pain I feel
You are cowards.
Hiding behind words of false wisdom.
You are no better than
The baby killer you set free,
With your twisted logic
And sickening cliché irony.
Why is it that when
Somehow I am strong;
They fear my total being.
My brown skin makes murmurs
In crowds where they can see me.
Fought with words.
Did not want Black VS White,
But Black AND White.
Woke the shy voices from the back seats.
Never would be trampled on again.
Knew that day is equal to night,
War was never my friend
it is a dispute I do not understand
It almost brought me to my end
Who are you brother
We look fairly the same
Two legs to walk the earth.
Two arms to grasp at the clouds.
Two hands to tug at your daddy's beard.
Five fingers take your mommy's curls in your hand.
Ten toes to stand on to reach the top of the shelf.
A word was born today. Can you guess the word? Let me give you a hint. It's mother was from Athens, Greece and the father was Latino.
I see it . I see it !
I see the blackhole of hate racing to my presence , then into my veins.
I hate it , but it consumes me every minute I am around it.
Second Sunday of May my father brought my brother, mother, and I
to our favorite breakfast place to celebrate the holiday.
I was young, just five years old. My brother two years my elder.
Tattered and torn.
Beaten and scorned.
Rejected, neglected,
Abandoned when born.
Surrender and yield;
Potential concealed.
Abused, misused
Wounded, now healed.
Underestimated.
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
In 2013people are still slavesslaves to the patriarchy
black boys getting friskedinnocentjust on the streetand they call it"pre-emptive"
You know that girl who's always smiling?
The one that laughs at everyone's jokes?
Can you tell on the inside she is dying?
A pain that even Hell can't invoke.
It is because she is different.
Even prior to this movement, I have always hated those who seek equality.
I abhor the thought of becoming one with animals that are filthy.
Just why even bother fighting for their rights,
A Velvet Flower
He could see through her heart as if it were diaphanous
Sheer like the velvet flower she had given to him before she had ran off into the night
The legend of my people
Swept under torrents of napalm
Behind stars of lead
Drinking storms of Orange
Subsistence of my blood
Obscured by molding bread
By confabulations of scars
Kids cryin’ and dyin’
Whites and colors never getting along
How did everything go wrong?
Have you ever seen a troubled Mexican girl walking alone?
Or a little boy behind a glass on the phone?
You see, I have
You think that the only racism that exsist is whites hating anyone else?
Please, you know nothing of discrimination. Have you heard of Denzel Washington?
Did you know that he is predujuce against white people? He's even said it.
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."
The New Negro's 'fraid of no man!My collective consciousness recalls like a jazz-blues slow jamHow in eleventh grade I was phased seeing my people walk on history's stage
Terrorism Isn't Me
There is one thing that has been bothering me
That I must address
It bothers me
Facing Adversity
There is one thing that has been bothering me
That I must address
It bothers me
Just like a pest
Racism isn't funny
Discrimination isn't a joke
Prejudice isn't a hobbie
It hurts you
It tears you apart
It breaks your heart
Justice for Trayvon
Their will be.
No more unfair inequality
Jury, judge all knew this was wrong.
What more evidence do you need
for the case of young Trey?
A shadow in the night
Here comes the opportunity.
For some Old timer, trying to be Superman
to redeem himself.
A shadow in the night.
I'll take him
This comfy little suburb
Hi, Im Zyra.
Eyes stare, long straight hair
Dark innocent face, Tight coiled hair, stareing back with a glare
First thing they notice is, shes black
Disgusted faces and rude remarks mumbled under their breaths
understand me
don't overlook me
yet some people prefer to underestimate me
but i'm over that
she's misunderstood
she wants to be Ms. Understood
but she has really bad relationship issues
forthcoming opposition is a blessing.
you should be worried when you're not sure
when the attack will start
the echoes of malice are a blessing.
you should be worried when the whispers of hatred
Stand your ground,
It's the law they found
To consider a man innocent
Who killed a child,
Took away his life, his innocence,
Clearly the evidence was fraudulent
Unfortunately,
It's a shame to see the crime rate increase,
it's like no one really cares but people like me.
And it's young lives being taken.. or do we NOT see,
In my opinion it's the Justice System that isn't what it's suppose to be,
When I have a baby boy,I will tell him every single daythat he is not the person society tells him he is;that he is intelligent;that he is capable of beautiful things;that he is worthy;
We are but black and white
The letters that we write.
The colors leeching from our pens
destroy worlds and breathe sins.
I am from the dry desertthe sands that dance in the windI am from the heat of the sunthat warms our heart at the time of warI am from the coldness of the winterthat settles in our hearts during tough timesJust because I'm a Muslim and and Afghan,d
I always thought living in the west meant I lived in a bubble. That my world was one free from ongoing civil conflict, Free from brother and sister fights were parents forgot to step in.
That is,
Until I learned to read.
Do you see that being black is a state of mind?
That we have moved beyond the whips and the chains,
and have moved on to the place where everyone is kind.
But wait.
Everything good is white.
You enter a town where there's only two colorsWhite and Black; who do not even love each otherWhite folks side and Black folks sideYes, that's what they call itWhen one thought the segregation had diedIt took a few to restart itYou enter a town wi
Lost in a world of rules. Lost in what is said to be cool. Voices screaming how I should be. Voices constantly telling me. Lost looking for the light. Lost in an endless fight. Realization of who I should be. Realization that I am me.
We want to change the world.
We sang it together in crowded basements.
Declared it so loudly that the world may be forced to hear us.
But they didn't.
Langston Hughes’ mama told him “Life ain’t been no crystal stair”
Well, I reckon it be the same way for me, too
No crystal stair ever showed up for me,
How
How can you pull the trigger,
take a life,
and walk away?
Knowing this person
made away,
save generations.
African American male.
Strong built.
No one told me about the
Importance of taking advantage of my education
While it was still free.
Instead they just continued to talk through me
Past me,
They have always asked us a question
Judged us like a book cover
And they expect us to answer
We’ve been through harsh times
Of discrimination because of our skin
What does being black really mean?
Is it what's being represented on TV?
Does it relate to a status quo,
or what you truly know?
Isn't it just the pigment of one's skin,
PREJUDICE is prejudgment towards any person
It is why in the past it led to owning perpetual bondsmen.
It can also be the reason of jealousy
Prejudice equals sexism and bigotry.
I have a dream
And as I say these words, I feel the word dream fade away
The nightmare takes its place and the only thing we dream of is a new dawn
And I’m not talking about it breaking in two parts—Twilight
It used to be a medium Black culture could disseminate
Preaching bout the muzzle, the struggle, and the abundant hate
Always keepin the guard up in case the police might show up
The dream wasn’t to be accepted, but to be equal.I still dream not to see race, but to see people.We can’t imagine love with hearts full of hatredLove your enemies, even those who are racist.
To the man who called my brother a “monkey”:
For you, I have crafted this modest proposal
You may come and study my family’s tree
Fourscore and seven simians are here at your disposal
(poems go here) We hold these truths to be self-evident, that if you are a minority then you are irrelevent. And If you're not using drugs, then you must be selling it. Living in a world, where girls are no longer celibate
They devoured her
They saw her with greedy eyes and decided to feast
They came upon her suddenly
She in all her glory
They covered in deceit
Wove illusions of inspired beauty
And stole from her
I am falling
in the breeze
I am choking
with no ease
I am whispering
in your arms
I am holding
your poor heart
Dear You,
Since you all I’ve been able to hear are shots,
For each glass that I’ve learned was a plot.
Caught up in a YOLO generation,
And dehumanized by your melanin fixation.
I used to watch him from a distance
For I knew my feelings for him could never come into existence
As long as our families hated each other
Just because our skin color was of another
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of direction, hindering their escape.
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of direction, hindering their escape.
Look at
Me
Now.
Now I listen
And I write and
I read
And I am polite.
Quintessential Student
Scholarly and Prudent
She's run free yet
Steadfast
And strong?
No, no
I see this means so much to you
You’re afraid that it will touch you
But why it’s just my skin
It carries no thorns to prick you with
It carries no knife to stick you with.
It’s just my skin.
The night sky is as innocent as a daytime cloud
To nature this is understood to nature this is sound
However, we are enveloped by a mindset quite more diverse
Our minds are blinded by sight, oh what a curse
(In the Future… AIDs only exist to help
In the Future… HIV forgot the E and refers to the residence of bee’s
In the Future… children like Trayvon Martin and Jordan Davis are not murdered because men feel threatened
Sometimes I hope and pray
that before I die I help the world one way
I could slay world hunger by saving more food that we throw away
and stop wasting and put it on a cafeteria tray
The march of feet
stays in rhythm
with the pulsing beat
of club music
more intoxicating than
Jaeger, Jack, or Amarula.
Alone, it is a masterpiece,
and it recreates its status.
Forgotten practicality,
Leaves it just a decoration.
I stand there,
taking your hateful, tasteless stares.
But I don't dare cringe,
for I fear that would be giving you what you want.
I walk directly into your vile comments,
To hear words as music
To see words as a life
To know words as your own,
It becomes more than spoken.
But as emotions with lungs;
The beauty in which moves our hearts.
To comprehend words with emotions
Something dangerous lurks in the shadows
It’s gangling grotesque figure lets out an eerie cry of warnings
Night after night
Hiding it’s sunburned flesh
It creeps in the shadows
I’m afraid of the dark
I, myself, draw the line.
Neither bounded by chains or by reckless thoughts,
flooded by the ignorance of those unaware of my flow.
Is it the way that I speak which inflicts fear on Man?
Character
Deep within the focal point of your exterior lies character.
Character yet to be defined,
Character that has ceased to be be intertwined...
“I pledge alliance to the flag, of the United States of America, and to republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty, and justice for all.”
Chicago shall rise again.
This phrase, from ashes rose
But I see a city again with flames rising high
Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime.
A Chicago whose politicians are varied
PHASE I
I have big dreams with standards set high
The same-old same-old, with me, won’t fly
I live in a country whose president looks just like me
Don’t know who he’s working for yet, but we’ll see
If I had your lips on mine
Everything would be just fine
Now, wouldn’t it be just divine, if I could have your lips on mine?
Wouldn’t it be so good if you weren’t considered “from the hood”?
The question always pops up with black and white people. Who and how can an person use the term nigger and nigga.
Whats up with all this terrorism, racism, crime, and poverty?
It must be in result of all this sovereignty,
Or maybe because we've made this idea of reliability a novelty.
Do we expect everyone to just win the lottery?
I'm no Maya Angelou, Mark Twain, or Emerson.
I don't yet know my dearest complaints, intents, or direction.
I've never been hurt so bad that I've been deeply pained,
I have, however, seen enough to know that we need change.
What have we done to deserve such injustice?
No one else feeling our pain, it's just us
Being spit on and hurt by people who are just like us
We're still human beings, not animals and fiends
Or things you can attack
We are all one
but we live as if divided
we share the same pain and shed blood for what we belive in
Yes we all have issues but let us not incorporate that into violence.
Dear Jordan Davis,
When you felt 8 foreign metals scratch its way through your chest,
did it drown out the music?
Intelligence used to be a virtue,
Ignorance used to hurt you,
But in the past few decades the roles have reversed . . . I though about rhyming but now it's a free-verse,
Pour her feet in emerald flames
Place her hands in ruby grains
They pulled his brain from the southern swamp
Clenched to a tree.
They poured their golden bleeds on his palms
The flares on his jeans sing to them.
I am stricken with the paint of bigots,
Cast in the colors they throw on me.
I am mulatto, all coffee and cream.
But when I am looked at, not seen, but looked at,
It is their mission,
To gleefully condition,
Our fine nation,
To hate a station,
no lower than themselves.
The hands that wrote that letter
Sitting in that cell from Birmingham jail
The hands that reached out and pushed against the ceiling of hate
As it began to rise and slowly started to fall
Is it the motion in which we move?
The slip of the tongue,
The dialogue that foreign language so happily sung,
Humans are all symmetrical rhythms full of bumps and cracks.
Imperfections and private fears,
They say this is the home of the brave and land of the free
But it shouldn't take them 8 years just to hear our dream.
There was never a throne, but there was a King.
Proving Uncle Sam isn't as fair as he seems.
I take
another short breath,
preparing for my death
sentence.
My fingers grasp the door,
anxious, cold,
and black.
Through the
glass window I see
eyes that match
They wanted to call us colored
But what did colored mean
To a population with crops dying
Radiation spewing across the sky
Changes from green to dead
And blue to hidden
"Freedom for women!" they shout
These feminists few
But how can they not see that she's a feminist, too?
So many spaces are unsafe
black children are shot
little girls are raped
young women are beaten
(poems go here) They did the work we didn’t want to do
We could not be in the same room
It was illegal for them to have a say
If they even tried it was almost like they were thrown away
This went on for 400 years
This White American conscious
superior, benevolent, controlling our future
White heart, white mind, white hands
shape us, for better or worse
How can we not be flawed?
Did the end of inequality start in Vermont in 1777 or
Did it start in at the end of the first month in 1865. Can we
put a date to the day when people realized civil disobedience was
Shuffled by,
Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye
Thrusted into a life that was unseen
Depicted less of our mean
Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
Shuffled by,
Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye
Thrusted into a life that was unseen
Depicted less of our mean
Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
Did the movement really end?
The feelings, tensions, all amend?
Or does separation still exist?
Hatred and doubt with a twist?
The current world presents ignorance,
Prevalent distrust, shouting for guidance.
Did the movement really end?
The feelings, tensions, all amend?
Or does separation still exist?
Hatred and doubt with a twist?
The current world presents ignorance,
Prevalent distrust, shouting for guidance.
How could it end so real?
Looking back at it it seems so surreal,
But in my mind I know how the people used to feel.
The mother,
A woman strong like no other,
Told everyone who could listen about this deal
We stand here in the crowd hearing him preach
'We shall be equal! We shall be free!'
These men up here giving us false hope,
When we all know we should fight on
But in the back of our mind knowing we are shunned.
The Civil War's long been over, and slavery's been abolished
Education is available to everyone so we can all get knowledge
Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King fought for the rights we've gotten
I sit at your table and order a shake
I am not hungry for anything,
save justice.
My stomach aches for an acknowledgement
of my humanity
an ounce of compassion
White is beautiful.
It is bright, blinding white
That fills the cold days of winter.
It is the swirls of white
That cover the skies on a sunny day.
It is sweet, irresistible white
Movements,
they start off with people.
Racism. Sexism. Prejudism.
We live with 'em,
Sit next to them on the bus.
Glared at.
Snared at,
listen to them while they throw hate at,
us.
What did they fight for, Those brave souls marching in the streets?
They wanted equality and justice, These two freedoms guaranteed.
Facing power and gunfire during their fight
We are the people of this world
We are the people of America
What are rights?
Does rights have a color, a ethnic a gender, a race?
NO
Rights are something that is given but yet earned.
I come from
Sobbing sirens & broken traffic lights.
Hangings in the daylight,
Hooded figures breaking Bones,
Bodies,
Blacks.
It is said to "not judge a book by its cover",
Mama's advice.
Yet I am judged.
Justified by society
and immense disparity.
Who are they to judge me?
Who are they to conspire against me?
The KKK, no shame,
despising me and laughing in my face.
Poor young man
Just loving wasn’t wrong
And still they took your life
They said “You don’t belong”
Civil Rights is the movement for all of us to be free
All the races together is what we want to see,
No disrespect, but justice all the time,
No more segregation, it is such an inhumane crime
Gather round young and old I have a story that needs to be told, this story can still be heard round the nation.
Slavery is equal
Revenge is justice
Life or death
Where’s our breath
We run on feet
We curse with tongues
Hateful words we spray
Vengeance we play
Looking down from heaven the angels sing
Black men, white men let freedom ring
From the north to the south to the east to the west
To the rich to the poor to the wise to the blessed
For centuries the black woman has been
demoralized then defamed.
As well as watching her dignity being put to shame.
It come in an array of body sizes
with a structure capturing other
ethnicity eyes.
Although in a negative disguise,
a black woman’s butt was seen as a disgrace.
Now look all over the place.
“I have a dream,” he says.
Dreams of justice, of children—both black and white—hand in hand, playing,
dreams of freedom
ringing through valleys and from mountaintops.
Freedom.
Where will he start?
Extra!
A boy yells from the sidewalk
Handing out factual ink
In exchange for a dime.
Extra!
"Black Man Sent to Prison."
Intellectuals are confused.
He committed no crime.
Extra!
We live in a place
Filled with promises
That are disgraced
Where some are privileged
and others oppressed
While our ignorance continues
This disgrace
Land of equality
Bull shit I say
If I could see over this farmed hills,
I wouldn't have to be afraid of life's thrills.
I am here for you brother-man
Here to lend a simple hand.
sudden realization of the sin
wondering where to begin
i open my eyes and see the difference
yet closed eyes, in my mind, knows no resistance
thats what’s important, right?
You sit up on the bed you were sleeping on
The Pain inside of you shudders your every bone.
The youth that once was is now forever gone
You vainly try to remember all those moments you were happy,
Beaten and tired of being called on last,
Mocked and threatened, living this way is no easy task.
Viewed from the bottom of society’s totem pole,
White faces all around and they expect us to stay small.
I see what your scared of,
that thing inside that you want, the burning fire,
te desire for change,
you thought you could do it alone but your just one,
thats what the doubters say,
Walking down the street humming, listening,
I hear the pitter patter of my own feet.
My heart does not skip a beat,
No longer fearing, that the sound of my feet
May draw in a large crowd
Sometimes we go through tough times
To expose peoples true sides
Sometimes we go through calamity
To bring together two or three
to love and forgive
To inspire and change
And move past the here and now
The power of inhumanity,
Oh how it sickens the remedy
of true empiricism
and how it swallows the color of a tender rainbow
In the shadows
Hides a small body
She's warm cream and soft wind
But her face is dried tight with fear
She's watching for the man
While the shadows around her whisper protection
She knows that he's coming
There's no one keeping you down
he says
because the President is Black
You don't need a scholarship
for your melanin
because the President is Black
Superior? Infereor?
What are these words I hear?
You assign them to races,
To put them in their places
The riders are teachers,
The marchers are leaders,
The man they all look too,
Is a Baptist preacher.
She sat in a chair,
Not willing to share,
To stand for her rights,
Without being compared.
It's as if they fear the color
Will drip off of their skin and stain their clothes
As if they may breathe it in
Like a poison
Like a disease
They squint their beady little eyes
Staring
Menacingly
Fight, they said.
Puncture the minds of those who choose not to listen.
Free your voice.
Let yourself be known.
Fight, they said.
Persist upon your rights to be.
Unbound, unarmed.
Fight.
Walking down the street
My daughter holds my hand
It's a warm day.
Turning a corner
A man says hello
I smile, and greet
My daughter jerks me
"what are you doing?"
A cutting whisper
Some say ignorance is bliss, but I dare to disagree;
I say ignorance is what the eyes are afraid to see.
On the outside you may think these people are friends through whatever;
I've seen my people enslaved by these monsters
I haven't seen them escape very far
Still trapped by their masters, or the ones that claim they are
And they've been hypnotized by those damn cars
My life is in pictures color and black and white. I hear the ocean roar and see my family's fight. Struggle to third floor just another day. Mother worn weak and ragged like the scarecrow hanging by a few pieces of straw.
Take me to a world where there is equality and respect for one another.
Where the hearts of man runs freely with no worries.
Life maybe difficult and confusing, but knowing your true self will help you get through it.
Why won’t it change color?
I try so hard
To scrub off the darkness
That will never go away
It brings so much trouble and shame
They stare at “it”
Define me through “it”
But I am more than that
Silence sweeps over the cotton fields of present day Georgia
As gentle winds tickle the cypress and the pine.
Streams ebb contently in their beds.
Who would have thought in such a beautiful place,
I had a dream, he had a gun.
I asked if I could sit, they asked if I could run.
Without justice there is no peace, they say “I have justice so is there peace?”
I'm going to take you back in history and I don't just mean yesterday's history.
I'm talking about to the history of our ancestors
To the History of slavery
where the color of our skin made my ancestors slaves.
They tied him down with the same thick threads and chains that he busted out of a few scores ago
Unknown white men in white capes with white tips strung him up upon a thick black stump
In today's world, we hear about the civil rights movements in history class.
We think, "that was so long ago, does it even matter now?"
Most teens only think about our country now, not it's past.
This is a Rise^
For All of Those who have Died
in order to keep the Living Hope Alive
This a Rise^
For All of those who wear a disguise
There's no need to hide
Oreos. Zebras.
There are jokes about both
That are funny to even the most welcoming of people.
When two races mix,
Two races so different as black and white, literally,
Judgment is passed,
Passing by their faces show,
The ignorance hidden deep below.
I read their faces like a book,
Absorbing every dirty look.
Fear and guilt consume their eyes,
Unconcealed through pretty lies.
A cry arose from the crowd
Then came another
A sister, a brother
Shouting above to be heard, be proud
What is truth? What is justice?
Turns are taken
Voices shaken
You, they, are equally us!
I had a dream last night that turned into a nightmare,I woke up still asleep and walked to school full of fear.The kids gave me weird looks and I didn't know why,
Oh this skin of mine
So silky and smooth
Deep reddish brown
Stares it ensues
These eyes of mine
So deep and so brown
Don't stare too long
Or in love you will drown
This hair this hair of mine
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.
When I was born
We were Negroes
Free, living like slaves
In rundown tenements
Jailed daily
On the 'Colored' side
Pictures of "Southern Fruit
Swinging From Poplar Trees"
There was a time in this country it was a sin to be black,
when limp bodies dangled like bloated, forbidden fruit
and ‘coon’ was considered a pet name.
How is it right
That the skin covering our hearts
His black, mine white-
Can destroy a love
Simply by blinding others’ sight?
It doesn’t matter
What’s you color.
Equality
That needs to be reality.
Breathe it in,
Show a grin.
Black or white,
No need to fight.
You and me,
Here we be.
Not the same
In this great Melting Pot is there really room for more ingredients?
Careers
New Life
Education
They want it all
Seeking far and low
To become new creations
Carrying stress and pressure on behind
Affirmative action.
A good idea?
Perhaps.
Equality for all races...
Hate that word, races.
Tells of a division
Separate groups
Of black, and white.
"Why?" some ask
Not understanding
Affirmative action.
A good idea?
Perhaps.
Equality for all races...
Hate that word, races.
Tells of a division
Separate groups
Of black, and white.
"Why?" some ask
Not understanding
I'm sick of my own voice
blaring in my ears,
screaming, distorted, through the T.V.
Female middle class white noise.
Your words hurt.
"You're beautiful."
"You're sweet."
"You're all I need."
I know you mean the words you say.
It just hurts to know the truth that we'll never be.
The truth that I'm mixed and you're white.
What is wrong with our nation?
I don't know why our lives revolve around discrimination.
We have our share of freedom but just a little taste.
We abuse our power by putting others down.
When we climb off that pedestal that we so often erect in our honor...
When we pause to consider the convictions of those around us even when they conflict with our own...
