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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
Don’t do it Don’t be a snitch After all… don’t they get stitches? You hide behind your false loyalties That can’t seem to get rid of you
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.
underneath my skin exists 60,000 miles of blood vessels 206 bones a pair  
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,
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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,
Between the World and Me   It’s a long ride Home from school It’s a long walk
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.
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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
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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,
Sometimes we treat dead bodies better than living ones But its not the same for me Because my life has been filled with gunshots from the people who are meant to protect me And now that im laying on the cold hard cement
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
Dear America,
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  
¿Como estás?How are you, man?I'm thinking about you again.  
Dear Humanity,   The lips she used to kiss  Her same sex lover with,  And the binary she dismissed Made them all loose their mind 
Man is great 
Man is great 
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
Dear Estefany,
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 
I have a black friend  And I have a white friend 
You call me a criminal just because I’m black, You call me a terrorist just because I put on a Hijab, And Just because I am a Mexican you call me an Illegal immigrant and believe I smuggle drugs.
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.
Zamiyah Ben-Israel.                                                                                  2/1/17                                                   Audacity  
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
They named me weed For living on this hill I blew in as a seed, Amongst the lilies, Dandelions and daffodils.   For the same sun I stretch
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
Society or more like a prison? A prison full of racism and negativity.
United we stood, divided we've fallen.
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
White lie :
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.
Andrew argued angrily about what allegedly occurred. 
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?
I see a woman and her dog;her dog is black, and so is she.She holds herself with wooden rod,provides a smile and nod to me.  
In the 1970s,a song was released where the chorus asks"war, what is it good for?"and the singer responds with"absolutely nothing."
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
Hello my name is Tyko                                    I believe                       life black dots                     orange suits black in orange                                                prison doors
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
(I am who I am as a result of who I am not)   I am not the girl my parents thought I would be
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?
Its a
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,
The whole world is a zoo: There are the carnivores
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.
  race riots race wars what the heck is going on   
vanil
Why can't we love ourselves,
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
A morning str
I look into the sky,
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:
Racism A problem that surfaced since the beginning of time,
Why is that
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I'm afraid to raise sons in this world.Black men who will be profiled and targeted from my womb,
Gold rush, Chinese come,
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."
  Fear of the unknown,
  Do you eat dog,
  Do you know Kung-Fu?
Hey, do you eat dog?!
Chink, Jap, slanted eyes,
Why Lin? 
  Fu Manchu, a caricature,
I'm yellow, you're white,
 Back then, I was the color of coal  
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,
Outside the window, a woman is beaten upon,
What a bunch of spoiled bratsI look
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
With my words as my paint
My main thing on racisim is dating. why do people love the enjoyment of entertaning someone else relationship.
Flawless?
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
Racism is what we make of it. It is not a problem. We make it a problem. 
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 find that I can’t breathe
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,
Racism is just a word.
I never meant to use a filter I didn’t think I did. Look at me and tell me what you see
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
Don't Judge the Color of My Skin 
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.
They control who they kill, but they don't give us a reason
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
From peer pressure to the grave,
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
If a black teen is murdered
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
It is made of bricks this Wall in the middle of our silences
I want to annihilate the canidate
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,
This poem is not important.
LVL
Fuck it man, do it.  
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
Where are we going?
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.
To be a Muslim "Terrorist", "camel jockey" You clearly don't know
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
I am not a victim of discrimination.
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
Brown, Black or White What makes us different?
My voice is never heard as a black man. They tell me: "We'll take it from here."
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.
    A HISTORY teacher was suspended
he was not insane.
  to survive in your skin in this dead place   you participate in humor that allowed them to see you
Sun
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
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.
I write because I want to write
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,
You speak of those with dark and light skin,
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
In a world of blue We see sadness
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                      
Growing up, chang
                          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?'
“God hates”
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 
Heart Poundng Red Blood Inhales, Exhales
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
Human We're here to be
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  
Why do they hate you  Is it because i am you Judged and not treated right 
  Can I change their perception?
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.
That Jungle Fever   We got an issue in America. . . It's called Interracial Dating/
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.
Zimmerman shot the gun before he could think.
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
                       Why must our fellow members of society be so hateful towards each other?
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.
"Ghetto." Ha. 
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,
I've put much thought into this
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 am here.
They look at me.
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.
The fact that I hold the door open for girls does NOT make me a lesbian.
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
You know,  A long time ago I wanted to be a rapper.
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  
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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
  WearingHijabs and hoodies could get you killedQuicker than overdosing on prescription pills
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
I ended up doing this for a school project.
(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.
America, the land of the free to act out And always stay free
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”
Opression hits hard My spirit holds up with strength Hopes high for freedom
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...
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