Poems about Race

Misconception
We have been living amongst a misconception Misconceived by those who decided to create the title “Black History Month”
How Sweet That Freedom Is
Trapped. That’s how I felt. Living under oppression under someone’s thumb-
Color Blind
How does a blind man see color? Blue can be described as a cool and relaxing bay,
Fight & Won
Fighting for the thing that is moral. Changing history for what is right. Making things believe using oral.
A War Over Colors
Like crayons are only colors our skin is too. We should all be equal shades to the human sight,
Our Reward Is Near
Why am I so different? Confused by the color of my skin, I am ashamed.
Color of Change
"This one is from your little sister," said my mom as she handed over the gift -
Born to be Judged, Judged to be Born
She was Born to be Judged Judged to be Born, She inspired those of her color, Those of her class,
Four Freedoms
Freedom isn't about color Freedom isn't about race Freedom isn't about gender It's about Power
People Like Me
A month after I was born, in 1955, Mother told me Of the beginning of the bus boycott Because a woman of color

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