Poems about Race
Long Live the King by Christian Betancourt God Bless the soul of Martin More than just any ordinary man
He who is without sin let him cast the first stone But I’ve seen a sin so wrong it literally penetrates my soul
It has been said, beauty is skin deep, Yet many are scared and still weep.
There’s a faded, torn pictureMy grandma lovingly tapedOf the day she stood in front of old Abe
Death knows not the difference -the boundaries- between youth and the aged;
YOU MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN WHAT I HAVE
I am what you see I am something everyone should be I am a lover not a fighter
If I could change anything I see, It'd be how we view equality: Equal rights for whites, blacks, and latinos;
What would I change about the world? Till this day racism is still an issue, but why though?