Diversity

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I once went to the store  And as I walked in the door I saw a face That was all I saw   So I walked closer to the face
They shame us Into thinking  That we are less and inferior  When they know It’s more of a privilege To be considered different 
It’s as though we see different as bad When different makes us who we are Different tells us a story Different shows us beauty Different gives us love
Why must we fight When we are alike With just a few differences  Here and there Our differences  Are what make us beautiful And special So why not have them bring us all together
Dearly beloved, We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses To address the issues of the political injustice in our country.   
I started off so timid and shy. Conformity, humility.
Expectations are the professional way to say you’ve already prejudged on as to what you expect me to do and to be. Well to be frank expectations make me sick to my stomach.
Simplicity is the beginning, It is easy, Nothing to stress about But one mustn't stay there for too long  
I have been the battered woman and the abusive husband, I have been the slave and the plantation owner, I have been the starved and the obese,
Despite our values We still come here, together, To accept and love.
A letter to humanity, With every new opening eye, I cry A new sigh, a new eye Born into this world Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
someone scream when the night falls for me in the West and for you In The East at the moment we both blink   for when we rush  through our safe doors and plunge into stardust
Once there was a kid He was so lost in the world He did not understand the unspoken rules He did not know why people looked at him funny Or why females clutched their purses while he walked by
misinterpreted by social context and ignorance overlooked and shunned its brilliance is all too commonly mistaken for hate feared by those who are weak but if you could just open your eyes and truly see
Dear Future Self,
Driving by on the sidewalks I see some broken people. Driving by on the view I see some lonely people. Driving by the sidewalks I see some crippled people. Driving by the view I see some strange people.
Is it so detestable The way I look? Am I disgusting? Can't you see my humanity I am Unique There is no one else Like me Yes, my skin looks like this It matters not
Day in and out, we speak of Diversity, Commend Creativity, Condemn pure Consistency.  We dream of a world full of Abnormality, Homosexuality,  When, in Reality, 
lowkey im the greatest  
There was once a young kid of Madrid Whose smile they could never get rid. They wanted to throw him To break him, to stone him. But he wasn't- 'twas only forbid. 
Cloud Radiant, inky Storming, brewing, shining Resembling our endless diversity Metaphor
everyone expects to be loved but are significantly lacking the ability to  love the loveless and yet, by some miracle the blue jay is understood by the hummingbird
It truly is  A beautiful thing  To be able to Identify myself in someone Whose appearance is none like my own   We are all different Yet equally similar   And that relaly is 
He wanted to have something to look at through long legs; the view of Port Ann on the other side. He admitted to having no one, and got angry twice. He always liked her And liked being with her.
Once upon a time doesn't quite describe it. I remember everything as if I read a timeline of memories just yesterday.
Once upon a time, in the Red Sea, in the underwater kingdom of Bur Sudan, lived Queen Yaya /Trapped in her own kingdom/Silenced by traditionAnd empty after producing many heirs for a King /Triton, the careless, the traditional, the oppressor /Yaya
p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; } Fair-skinned, beautiful, and kind She sings, birds listen, and fly to her hand The World fights against her, and she smiles still. This is the Fairy-tale Princess,
Once upon a time there were Cinderella’s in the world A Cinderella’s love was stellar Full of confidence she glowed But glowing out of gloom she folds
I feel like Mulan set in Modern time  no longer a cross-dressing warrior for you to fetishize  I'm real, my hair cut short and two useless boobs I have to bind. My identity?  How nice, you'll call it mine? 
Six feet under, never known. A memoir of a kingdom, that will never get their land. They will never understand, this very feeling that we have because our root gave birth again,
RARITY Your glowing light, lights my pathway, I remember the smiles assuring me of the future, I feel the boundless joy in your heart, anytime success knocks the door;
People say whatever they want without knowledge     “1st amendment,” they say.   We are different in every way, and that’s what’s beautiful.  
All the same are we Our society brings us together Except color, race, and ethnicity Braving through the stormy weather For a life that is better
America, land of the free Home of liberty, I would disagree Full of freedom? We barely make the top twenty We ask for diversity they say, "We've got plenty."   We fight for what's right,
Land of the free And home of the brave That’s what they’d say. Yes, That’s what they say.     But then like a plague
America is the giant melting pot;If you want diversity, this is the spot. People aren't always what they appear.You can't always believe what you hear.
“Can you hear me?” I choke out through jagged breaths  I watch the world I’d once known crumble into ashes as an odious ringing invades my ears all around me is burning but I stood there frozen  “Yes, we hear you” 
a sickness is not cured by wrapping a thin blanket around the sore throat  that exposes injustice.   a symbol does not hold more value over a person. an object that requires a steady wind
The problems of America are not rooted in our laws. They are rooted in our human nature, Where one cannot look at life through another eye's, And therefore can never understand what they have to endure.
Greetings America You're a great sport I supposed you're egotistic and somewhat rather strange I like that you're diverse although you're not all there at a time I hate the crimes that made you great 
Jazmine, I hope you remember to open this time capsule To read this poem, and tell me if our country is still a haggle To live in because of its unfair system The country where you get dirty looks for being a victim.
Crispy weather awakens a slumber within my veins. The woods dread of the painted ink draped across their shoulders. My air is stolen from the seeds in the ground so they can grow higher than before.
On a special morning in December  20 years ago I landed with only 2 suitcases I cried, missing all the familiar faces I was scared
Imma take you all back to the Civil Rights Team When Martin Luther King came n the scene  Emotional About some dream  And you see he wanted us to believe That love was the key 
Am black you white! Am black is this in comparison to color. The type taught in school Blue, yellow,red, white and black. But black is intense i have never seen skin that color. Dark brown, yes
Still images of the past, sinking into time, it was once a vast land of minds and acts, until a stranger called west stole her soul and heart, beautiful was her mask, made from mahogany's bark,
  GOLDEN OpportUNITY KEY TO CommUNITY Unlocks hearts and minds To the beauty of UNITY Where hate is dead Love lives for eternity And the cloud's silver lining Beholds a GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
Almighty! Almighty! Grant us each others love Grant us Unity Almighty! Almighty! We are you, you are we One commUNITY Almighty! Make me an instrument Of your will
  Welcome Welcome, a feeling I can never have in my own home Welcome A word, meaningless to me because people toss it around with abandon, Then render it useless, less than great Akwaaba
Where is the life I used to have Carried in my suitcase Of neon green?   Did it dissapear down  The rabbit hole of Beige, nothing but  b e i g e.   Did it fall down the
I bash my head on the walls until it cracks open I let everything pour out soupy and thick like egg yolks
        I come from a rich city with many different fast-food restaurants to pig out at.               I come from a small street where let out my feelings and concerns in a new world of hip-hop dance.
Before my window I now stand. I see the trees and grass and land, That for so many of years have stood, Attesting loudly to the good.   I see before me as I gaze, The people free to go their ways,
Right now, I can see it every time I open my eyes. Murder. Rape. Suicide.  So used to the weight on our shoulders, we think nothing of these heavy boulders.   And right now,
 All I need is fairness in a world where it seems it does not exist. Where it feels as though every ounce of what I do is measured and judged by people
Have you ever lost the lack of sleep because the thoughts in your head become too deep? It dwells on your mind  because most people cannot ever decide
A world divided by race, A people shackled by hate, For if there is bigotry, Then there is no liberty. Although we are different, We are all significant. Do not fear difference,
Undress Me! My lips are thick and full; although smaller than the alluring marshmallows that sit on Asabea’s and Ama’s faces.
Won't it be great when we all wear the goggles of nondiversity When we can't tell each other apart because we're all the same   A white man, a black woman, and an Asian boy take a boatride
Won't it be great when we all wear the goggles of nondiversity When we can't tell each other apart because we're all the same   A white man, a black woman, and an Asian boy take a boatride
  Under everything I am human I was put here to love Regardless of the color of my skin Or who I choose to love   My skin may be too black to fit in with the whites
Person 1: In a land of peace Why does the hate increase When the “Christians” see A woman in the street Cloth on her head
I don't have an aestheticI don't want an aestheticwhen I hear aesthetic,  I think anesthesia and I don't want to go to sleep
Peeping at the world from behind her mothers hand, she gasped in awe at what was before her, curious for more. However, as she grew, her skill of precision
ou Only Mentioned What “I Am” By Kelsea Thompson   Dear…. Barcode why should I be a copycat I’m told not to be copycat
Give me the mic there is much that I must say
Where are you from, seems to be the question everyone is dying to know. Let me just say I'm not from roses and dandelions, nor butterflies and lady bugs. So where am I from?
Your words do not define me For I define myself Not with power and glory Nor money and wealth   You'll see her in the corner  You'll see her by herself You'll see that she's a loner
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
I am here and everywhere and yet nowhere A separate consciousness and yet a reflection of my reality Infinite and finite Always right and always wrong Always finding the most when I am "lost" or "weird"  
The world consists of Single blocks. And we were towers of LEGO. Stacked up, man on man
I do love you but, you love me more! I do care for you but, you care for me more! I do want you but, you want me more. I do need you, and I need you more.
Sometimes I                         wonder why the world is just so                         unaccepting                                     of diversity.  
I rarely watch the news because of the content it shows, it's ironic because we say "stop the violence" but constantly it grows,
sense of purpose,  sense of worth a thought of my impact on this earth.   not sure why or what purpose i serve, but i know i'll make a difference in this fallen, broken world  
This Isn't Supposed To Make Sense. 
I've been told 
Grandfather I wonder why you passed so quickly I miss you ever day but you died from being sickly Sometimes I wonder what heaven is like Are you with angels taking a high flight?
Why is there more hatred than love Why do I not see help from above Why are we viewed as despicable punks  Why do they only put us in cuffs?   Why do I see a racial divide
Take my hand I'll follow you.
Take a second and close your eyes And look what you realize The streets are povertized But
I hear voices you see, They talk to me you know? They are all diferent sets of me. Some scream. Some mumble. One keeps going lalala. But the biggest voice, He likes to coo, Gently,
IDK
Up all night sleep deprived Nothing to do but write Up all night and watch the time Waiting for the words that are right Idk what is life Is it worth living or is it just a matter of time before I die
With my, life on bypass, I drive by my life's past,
I've never let my race effect my progress
What Crevecoeur said about America being a melting pot is true! My teachers and mentors say that is more like a stew. However let me prove it to you For once I explain then I can tell you my troubles
History repeats itself it's why we're here again. Black versus white but this time it's times ten. We need to be aware  that this gon' get us nowhere. No! It's not him, her, or them; 
I am a creature of heaven and earth, A creature, a feature of the world since birth.   Feathered like the robin who's song generates Such wonder to the ears in its undulating course.
I went to school again today
Birthmark. Stretchmark. Scar.   Round cheeks. Flat cheeks. Fat.   Muffin top. Hair on top. Stick.   Dark skin. Freckled skin. Pale.  
I am a new beginning A jump across a puddle and two hops to the left Press start. Look up. The dreams no longer satisfy who I am   I am a force  Not a physical matter to measure
If you think you can be // a better me than me Then your You is not all // that your You could be.   No one can do me // like I can do me - effortlessly.  
Months of endless preperation Perfecting the smallest of things Weeks of no sleep Putting your heart into it all Putting your soul inot it all All for a crown and title   They said
I wish I understood diversity.  
The stray winds from a far-off place Gather round over a still pool And here the surface breaks.   (The mirror is briefly smudged And the face is now clouded. The ripples clear; a new face smiles.
A frosty road less traveled by A Dickinson invitation to the internal sky
Slave of inhumanity, product of my own insanity The man I am is not because of who I was but who I want to be I stand for what is unbearable, I breathe and am unbreakable
Movies, literature Culture in general This world is one of wonders Wonders that I am proud to experience   Diversity is abundant With much difference
I'm quiet because they can't hear me... I speak up and they say i'm a nuisance.  
What makes me tick are these sick, unrealistic expectations of women.   “It’s what’s inside that counts.” Well, how the fuck am I supposed to believe that when my worth is determined by my appearance?
Tell me something 
I want to hear —   like
 She 
is still here 
in our world 
laughing 
with that tigress grin 
an infectious echo 
of character and grace
I go to school, isn't it obvious? Sixteen year old girl with a backpack, It's pretty clear to see. I go to classes, then lunch, then class again, Hop the bus, go home, do homework go to bed.
Can anyone hear me?
Fragile That's me. Frail. Weak. Breakable.   But what if it's not?   I have Strength. Power. Invincibility. Intensity.  
She reeks of perfume- her own special blend of piss and gunshot wounds.
Give me a blind man and I'll teach him to see I'll tell him that his eyes are useless because the world isn't always what it seems
I can’t help but wonder when the birds fly above do they see the mess we’ve made?A place for nesting hard to find because the humans own it all.
No one held him As life slipped away He breathed in the last piece of this world As a target surrounded by  Preconceived ideas Of who he used to be Who he was before
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.  
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.  
Acceptance is key  labels have become a necessity  and now they determine our worth whether it's skin color, your hometown  even your choice of clothes or your choice of faith  Acceptance is key 
Suspicious, what a way to describe you. I am suspicious, too. I walk around black and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."   Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
We live in a world where the American dream is a thing that is yearned, Where liberty is free and opportunity awaits around every turn. We live in a world where we are given every right to speak what is our hearts,
The change     If I had the chance to change one thing,
Only known in Love and War
I, too, paint America.   Red, Yellow, Green, White, Saffron.  Colors on the vast canvas they call “America.” I paint with the color of my skin, with the distinct hue of my culture,
This is their place, the place they freely roam; This is their place, the place they call, “Home”.  
Zimmerman shot the gun before he could think.
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
Raise your hand,If you’ve ever wondered whyPeople like you are rarely seenIn shows and movies.
Please excuse my color...   White man that fears me, excuse the color of the skin I was born in. Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine. I was born this way, you see.
What people think when the see a white mom with kids   Oh she works so hard. They're so cute! They must be a handful oh terriable two's!   What people think when they see a black mom with kids
A brilliantly beautiful wildflower, in a field of oats and wheat. A redwood tree, the only survivor, after a brutal fire with scorching heat. A single colored girl, drowning in a sea of white.
What blame does a color hold For its mere existence Why can’t it be paroled From chains of cruel resistance What harm has faith instilled
  It’s when autumn in its final throes surrenders and one morning you draw in a peculiar breath thick with frigid air that you realize the winter’s made its presence.
Where are you from? With ease I reply, I am from the Midwest. But this answer doesn’t seem to satisfy The eyes that are continuously Burning, questioning, yearning for a reply That makes sense in their eyes.
Money vs Survival
Money vs Survival Another worry versus another worry Seeking money to survive veruses just survivng Slaving away versus Living away Tears of hardship versus Tears of real life.
When he asked si celebro Christmas, I responded with a yes and a question.   "We don't do much no gifts no commercialism not much at all because there is
They tell my people to go back to their country as if our nation's origin didn't come from immigrants.
Shake My Head What happened?
#YOWO And I loved a girl with pain etched into her lips and death written along her soul. Art poured from her fingertips and poetry was carved into
As I sit in class and think, endless words stare back at me The black ink bleeds information that I read reluctantly Todays lesson doesnt interest me and Im tired of it There is knowledge being taught but I dont aquire it
Where my brother? Where were you when they took my brother? Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,  But why did you let him take my brother! We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother. 
The moon,  In all her shining beauty, Sits high in the night sky, Surrounded by her starry admireres. The sun, In all his power, Rides high in the day sky, Needs no one to tell him of his might.
Its sad when the world today lets history cloud its judgement. When Americans who saw the double flames continue to burn and their hearts to flambe. In the sixties, we were willing to crown a goat Miss America,
(Read top to bottom) I am part of a dysfuntional minority, and I refuse to believe that I can change people's views. I understand that it is difficult to grasp but, "guns kill people," is a lie, and
88
What glared back at me on that cold January afternoon was 88 motionless keys It killed me to see them sitting there quietly How enticing they looked but that didn't matter
Diverse Different Special Unique These are traits that determine real beauty. Smart Intelligent Strong Caring Empathetic These are traits  that make a 
  Teacher, open your eyes! You are feeding them all lies! We are living in a society so enwrapped with gender, I imagine myself becoming a bender. Not only of rules, regulations, and taboo,
POP
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble Beat so good I shake it My brain My thoughts Coincide With my withdrawals Especially if I have the withal Or the guts Or the truth Or the tenacity
By the time I matter, Will it be too late? Will people debate my soul's resting place? Will they predict who I could have been? Will by deeds outweigh by sins? Will they consider these circumstances?
White Washed I get jokes and pokes about my lack of pigment lack of accent and I hear the constant chorus singing "Well you're smart because you're Asian."
I wake up every day and look out of my window at the world.  It may be a little piece of the world, but its mine.  I know that one day, i will die and the world will disappear 
What is the world filled of? How does it work? and why? Why do some chose to assimilate into the crowd intstead of being themselves? Why is life so hard for one person, but so easy for another?
                     If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,                            a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
A Canvas of White
Seventeen, young and dead From one man's gun he bled Court, Trial, and Verdict Zimmerman was the one the jury picked He would leave a free man Defense was the reason at hand
The change for Tayvon starts with me.  A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth. 
When a murderer walks free, Are you still proud to be an American? And when an innocent teen is killed, Why does the killer walk free?   When a man is shot, Do you blame the victim?
 
 I am not Trayvon Martin....   but I know what it feels like to wear my favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for those who were taught to fear darker things  
Look out your window right now, what do you see? Only one type of tree reaching high? Only one shape of cloud in the sky? Only one flower blooming bright?
                                              It’s 2013 and look how far we have come. Maybe we should say, its 2013 and look how far we have not. Walking down the street, middle of the night
In Sanford,Florida 2012 Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense But who really knows the truth without real evidence Policeman left to right
Peace Poem 
They've enjoyed our waiting They've indulged in lies They've prolonged discussions They've listened to our cries   I've lurked in the shadows too long
They came for freedom A better life for their kids Life is a virtue
Gay, straight, black, white Who has the right to say what is right?   We all love, we all laugh, we all hurt just the same,  Regardless of color, gender, or name.  
I write for the moment,  I write for the pain. Everytime I've been bullied, harassed, and full of disdain. I write for my teacher who told me to pick up a pen, because of her I write for the children, the women, 
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
As we complain about things being unfair, there are families in the US without health care. You may not have gotten what you wanted for your birthday, there are people in Haiti trying to survive after an earthquake.
I step out of the plane Baggage on my right hand A bag of toys on the other. One foot touches the concrete. The hard surface onto the soft soles of my feet.
If today were the last day to live, would you call your enemies and forgive? or would you go to the shelter to give? something simple can express so much our hands together is a simple touch
Abnormal, poor, weird words I hear daily Growing up poor wasn’t a choice; wishing it was a choice Each day I struggle looking over my should, hearing them laugh, Avoiding the landlord, rents overdue.
these hands, subjacent to my heart, brush tears from eyes, push water through space, teach children to swim, feed hungry lost souls, faith, make art, heal wounds, and open doors... for you.
Life is like dominoes, each one has an effect, wherever the first one falls has an influence on the next.
If the heroes of old learned how we kept this place They would rise from the grave and they would spit in our faces The land and the sea is soaked with blood and their tears Maintaining our freedom for hundreds of years
Once upon a time, I tried to be like you.  I tried to act and look the same, and like the same things too.   I used to be your shadow, but now I've got my own. I am done being a copycat; today, I stand alone.
What. Is America? Is it the juxtaposition of pink toned flesh against deep caramel skin? Is it the way his tresses twist and turn whilst her strands lay straight and silky?
GOP
Look at this room, Why does everybody look the same? Are we still in the same Atlanta, Georgia? I don't understand. You wouldn't think this was a presidential election. The cameras come near us,
Old people are worthless. They waste their life complaining, they can barely drive, and half of them are senile. They have nothing to contribute to society. Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
How am I supposed to know? Cultures vary Numerous interpretations What’s considered deviant Or acceptable vary By cultural perspective
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet The colors of the rainbow but Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there So nonexistent like some say God is but It's not what you see it's what you feel
Why do we label? Why do we see people in groups? Why is being different, different? Why do people say they don't see me....don't see my color? Celebrate individuals. Celebrate difference.
See, I'm just here to fulfill and replace Never to mistreat, neglect, and become a mistake. Here, present day, fortifications right now. Doing the unknown to wind up being misplaced. Lost
Here we are in today's world. A world enriched by the beauty of diversity. Diversity should be celebrated Take pride in who you are! Black, white, Hispanic, or homosexual You are you, and I am I
I'm glad that we're diverse, with all these different traces. I look around my class, and I see different faces. I walk around the school, and there are different races. If not for MLK then all this would not be.
How many people live on the earth? One million, two million, three million, four? Or are there millions and millions more? We coexist, but the fighting doesn’t cease
a single mom with nowhere to go, a little boy looking for home. a teenage druggie who followed the wrong path, a middle school girl facing her drunk father’s wrath. a woman who chose to run from abuse,
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