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Woman, woman, oh sweet womanMy love, my crib, my tokenIn my daily diaryEvery day is your journeyYou are my soul, my pillarI cherish you everydayAnd I love you, my flower.
Societies that value women and men are safer and healthier Before that "What is gender equality?" Gender equality is achieved when all genders enjoy the same rights and opportunities accross sector of society
                                    Violence against women is simply unacceptable.
You are nobody As I am nobody You are somebody As I am somebody There’s one humanity Let’s thank God and Jesse
Girls must have the undeniable rights to speak,And the God-given rights to choose and pick.Girls must have the rights to be educated,To be respected and to be protected.Girls are human beings too;
Be not afraidTo fight the right fightsThe hate, the hatredTo regain your rightsTo end bigotry, racismFascism and nepotism.
♡ Bon appétit to all my fellow Haitians and friends,Who will be drinking, sipping, savoring soup joumou,Which is made of squash, neck bones, macaroni, oxtails,Carrots, yams, celery, parsley, and countless vegetables.
So many colored faces in a crowd set in 1960s apartheid.   There was beats and poets that rang and sang of being black.   The stars could burn your hair off.
Today I feel griefUnlike any otherMy country has fallen In hands of angry men My mother weeps For whom I do not yet know Perhaps for my brotherWho fought for change But couldn’t bring it
I’m exhausted by the grief  And drained by this place  This place that once held promise  This world that once had values  Or perhaps it never did 
Black, White. Muslim, Christian. Rich, Poor. We are covered in labels, And drowning in sterotypes. We can't break free, From the painful lies. My skin is white,
My cell phone rang non-stop, and I had barely woken up. I looked at the calendar on March 8, an ephemeral day.
We need to stop laying low. Patiently waiting for change that  ain't gonna happen unless we  are the change. We are the change, the new generation To come together and make the world better
Standing together strong as leather never better no matter the weather we stand as one  the fights just begun  
Standing together strong as leather never better no matter the weather we stand as one  the fights just begun  
Logical yet Philosophical Love to be heard, not just merely a word Especially during these troubling times While we are wearing a mask to hide our beautiful faces.
Bureaucratic liars hand out commands Empty-headed sheep obey Free-thinkers get shot by men in blue
A PLACE We lived in a society where false is welcomed. And Where people flee from the real.
Are men from Mars, women from Venus? A woman aims to improve a man But a man only wants acceptance A man for motivation must feel needed But a woman too must feel cherished
We once were not free. Free as others could be. Free to walk. Free to talk. While we were pickin’ and pluckin’, they were watching like a hawk.
Honestly, people. Come on. No-one is better than anyone else. We all have something That makes us special. It's our differences that Make us beautiful. How boring would it be if
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I'm driving the speed limit, car clean, I'm clean, everything is up to date But I'm still stopped by the law  I put my hands on the steering wheel "Officer why am I being stopped?" "I ask the questions" (aggressive)
Your knee is on my neck Hands handcuffed behind my back I'm on the ground I'm cooperating
Because their was a gun Our black Americans are dying Left and right everyday of the month Just because he looks like your suspect doesn't mean he was Making an arrest off of suspension no proof
  We are many shades of color. We carry the most fear. The guilt in the elimination of those who are us of coloured.
You will never know. Mercifully you will never feel that tremendous traumatic terror on your heart. You should never be held at gunpoint for false accusations.
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I’m Christian Cooper & I was bird watching in the park when you went by
I grew excited as they built me Because the men, they would talk Of the grand place I would be.   For the Land of the Free And the Home of the Brave They made me, Lady Liberty.  
Women are equal,  Just as men,  But when men need help,  They ask another man A women can do  Anything a man can do  But some men 
Who left the tap on? When his building storm spills out,She is made to carry the overflow He refuses to call a plumberAnd there’s only so much flooding this room can take
I used to believe that this world was fair  That equality was everywhere, didn’t know it was rare  I was naive to believe that people are good 
Who is it? Is it the mail carrier? The bank teller? The dentist? The Chrisitian? The news reporter? The artist? The Buddhist? The construction worker? The bartender?
Who is it? Is it the mail carrier? The bank teller? The dentist? The Chrisitian? The news reporter? The artist? The Buddhist? The construction worker? The bartender?
One day I looked up and saw the sun Shining it’s brightest yellow The sun said to me, “Am I amazing, sweet, glorious child?” I turned and said
Buildings of blue Reflecting the sunlight, Like brothers and sisters Competing in height.   Indian, Chinese, Mediterranean, A variety of cuisines. The CN Tower and Rogers Centre stadium.
  A chick stands for the first time,  Tall and poised, at the edge of the sea cliff. The salty wind ruffles her feathers comfortingly.
red, white, and blue what does this mean to you? parades and pride, a country you take in stride. that's what the colors should do for you.  
The Shoes of a Man’s Wife     Loving you was so hard to do  But leaving you would break me in two So what am I to do
Oh Sweet Jesus, This one Literally tares me to pieces w/ all the factitious reasons Of faceitious believing. And all for No Good Reason. And There Reason Being, They tried to Destroy what we believe in...
What if we all walked with our eyes closed? Would we lose our social standards or would we find new ways to call each other ugly? Would our skin tone still be juxtaposed?
Have you ever felt a knife cut From your neck down to your ribcage Almost piercing your heart And it feels like you're being pulled apart When in fact This may very well save your life  
We believe if we were to confess what we believe Everything we ever knew and loved... we would be free Arm in arm, carefree as can be Reminiscing about our life before and what we would do
Hey. I'm Benz. I changed my name when I was fifteen,  I'm many things. Buddhist, retired emo, a little bit of a stoner. I'm a little hipster, a little grunge, and little spacey,
The godess Athena used to spend her time helping soilders win battles, now she's in the front line herself. However, you won't find her on your traditional battle field. Instead, she's leading a march fighting for womens rights.
No one ever tells you wha.
Girls go to college for knowledge, apparently knowledge brings power
This world today is a tangled mess of opinions and hate and opinions and wait. Stepping outside is like stepping into a court room except both sides of the room are calling me guilty.
Dearly beloved, We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses To address the issues of the political injustice in our country.   
I am human above all else.
If you go outside You will hear the sounds of a country A country that used to be a place of refuge That is now becoming the opposite  
Paint me a world where girls sustain from mirrors, where love is not weakness, and forgiveness is not taken for blame.
Disclaimer: Before reading this piece, I want you to know these are not my own values and beliefs but the beliefs of men who indulge in toxic masculinity and stupidity on a daily basis. Thank you for your time.  •
she who has the pussy makes the cashshe who makes the cash holds the gun. she who holds the gun pulls the trigger. she who pulled the trigger had to run. and she keeps on runnin...
On the water there A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath, alone, more words tumble from the mouth. Mirror, mirror, As I speak to you the petal finds a break
On the water there A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath, alone, more words tumble from the mouth. Mirror, mirror, As I speak to you the petal finds a break
The Streets are my teacher I've learned so much than what I could learn in a classroom Next thing 20 years down the line I'll be cleaning up people's room Thanks streets taught me how to make living
Dear girl I used to be…I’m sorry.I’m sorry for the lies, I’m sorry for making you put on that disguiseA fake smile, a fake face, a fake body and a fake placeIn this world, telling you what you needed to be
  they ask how i can know  for sure i like girls as if it is a question up for debate  like you would choose this life  just to experience the hate and the pressure and the pain 
  they ask how i can know  for sure i like girls as if it is a question up for debate  like you would choose this life  just to experience the hate and the pressure and the pain 
Something new or that one thing daily Nobody can ever guess what the day will hold As humans we can either stay to what we know
Something new or that one thing daily Nobody can ever guess what the day will hold As humans we can either stay to what we know
PRESENTING: "Technological Habits." Paid in part by the subliminal masses.   (OFF MIC) "We could start by listing all the reasons why we can't have this. For instance, Class.
I flick a cig and it lands on a leaf, Burns to the ground and spins my beliefs, Here is where I see a glimpse of hope, A visual summary.   Time and time again, I see this reflection,
Standing at the top of this hill, I sit, stand, and laugh at hell, Thinking, "What a perfect reflection we see of ourselves."   With respect, "I know it may seem cold to say just what I see,
This here, in my hands, is nothing more than an hour glass. Time paves each grain of sand and marks the hours pass. As each grain stumbles through a maze of consciousness, It begins to identify itself with the others.
A Big Blue World Full of Dreams Shimmers Before Me. A Wish
When I think about this world, my brows become furled. When I think about this society, I get anxiety. When I think about my country, it seems crumbly. When I think about my community, I see disunity.
at our core we are about love and relationship  we long to be fought for and protected to never feel disregarded but that has not been the truth for many for a long time
I ran Around The world Wondering What I could Find there. I found A mission
Protest is a complicated word,  defined as people making their voices heard. We are encouraged to protest for what we believe,  however no one ever seems to concede.  We are told to work together to make a change, 
I am an activist because women have no say, because kids think abuse is normal, because suicide is a game; a twisted version of a competition where killing yourself is a form of entertainment.
The hate others give is subtle like a gentle breeze  or strong and powerful like a hurricane  It can destroy lives, reputations It can leave bruises and scars  It affects and changes lives 
Too many lives lost, Haunting, howling, crying, wailing...the voices of our ancestors. Understand this, my brothers and sisters:
When I look around and see Death and destruction following, It's then, I wonder what's the beef? We're all the same inside.   Brown, black, yellow, and white are colors that tend to identify, 
When will the time come when we can look at each other without judging? There is so much going on that we do not see all of the important things being tucked away under the sheets.
Once there was a kid He was so lost in the world He did not understand the unspoken rules He did not know why people looked at him funny Or why females clutched their purses while he walked by
Regardless of: what we look like, what we wear, who we choose to love with care   We must come together on what makes us the same
misinterpreted by social context and ignorance overlooked and shunned its brilliance is all too commonly mistaken for hate feared by those who are weak but if you could just open your eyes and truly see
I’m going to tell you a story But bare with me Because it’s one I’ve heard so many times That the chapters bleed together  
Again and again and again and again. Every two steps forward is one step back People fight until they’re no longer standing, And no one stops to help them up.
Men have to be strong and can't show weakness they say Real men do cry and yes they do feel pain Hold your head high and don't be a little bitch He also can feel used and hurt like shit
My fight does not stem from the desire to overpower My fight stems from my roots embedded in the rich earth of my motherland My struggle stems from the recognition that evil will always exist if good stays silent
She wants to fly higher like he do She wants to touch the sky like he do She wants to be famous as he is She wants to be brave as he is
Share with me this moment.  As we lock hands, we take flight.  As we lock hands, we take control.  If only for this moment we share a fate.  If only for this moment we share a fate. 
  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
Igniting the fire of love, Was never taught. We are all just bound by the sky, Tryin' to find infinities that might bless the soul.
When I was a little girl I was told to be a princess I was told to fix my hair Paint my nails and wear fancy shoes I tried to like what I was told to do And strained my face and pulled my hair
Why am I the easy one when you too, were in the act? Why does my vagina limit me, to every single terrible thing just associated with sex? Why can’t a girl want sex, and not be a hoe? But he can want sex and get cheers?
She is a man She has strong arms, strong legs Nothing sensitive, and a tough chest I wish I could, but I cannot rest   She is still a woman
What is freedom? Is it the brainchild of purpose? The essence of existence A false reality made by unfathomable content Freedom squirms in the antagonized grasp,
  We all are pizzas  like the different toppings pizza is served in different parts of the world and they all come i different shapes and sizes then how come we all have one name Pizza
Everybody has different eyes Everybody views things differently So how can we be in the same world, the same time, the same town, but see different things We were raised differently
I am a slut And I refuse to believe that Women have a right to their bodies I realize this may be a shock, but Saying “Don’t Get Raped,” rather than “Don’t Rape” Is a lie, and
A porcelain girl inside this world is trapped with hate but filled with love. All is against her, for the light is pure and good The dark is death and evil.
This is who I am  I will not apologize  because I’m perfect  
  I want to find the words The words to explain explain how I feel as a kid today   You try to listen
Man is great 
Man is great 
The first time I was catcalled I was 14 years old, wide-eyed and terrifiedRiding my bike home in the cold,My suburban oasis was merely a mirage
Dear You (yes, YOU, reading this), when they write us down in history, what is left to remember us by? will it be the rumble of our cars passing by? spewing posionus gasses that will fill our infant's eyes.
ah, look at you. you’re a plum pit to me, a cratered seed of stability amidst rotting flesh, the nectar of bee stings rolling off you
I go around whispers in my back  like if I didn’t have a face they could come and say the words that torment their brain, I guess I’m not perfect and I make mistakes but if you have anything to say
To anyone who may ask,
We are not less than We are your equals We are not your captives We are not your vassals
Dear Women of the 20th Century,    Women you are stronger then this  Women don’t let men down-size you  When you have all the qualifications but they turn you away Be soft as a rock 
Much is wrong with our society, Treating people like scum, This causes some to turn to anarchy, But choas without purpose is dumb.   We all have a lesson to learn, Unity is the way to peace,
Pinch my windpipe shut.   If air doesn't go in, sound doesn't come out. 
Ich habe aber man wünsch. Es ist freiheit für jeden. Leider, dass kann nicht. Es tut mir leid, meinen Freunden. Ich kann nicht für dich tun. Wir haben alles tun es mit, aber wir nicht einsatz.
(Thy lovely lasses unwittingly unstintingly unexpectedly taught me selflessness) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Every Holiday time each year, a rocketing increase asperdoling out Uriah Heap ping largesse imposed upon eachc
Dear White People,Born to love and not to hate.I see a goal that’s not up for debate.Growth is nothing but and allusion, When all you do is jump to conclusion.Hung, beaten, separated, shot!Just as long as I didn't take your spot.Intimidated and th
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.
Pretty Skinny Perfect words that society chooses for us   You say I run like a girl, scream like a girl,
Pretty Skinny Perfect words that society chooses for us   You say I run like a girl, scream like a girl,
  Dreams Of Tomorrow I have a dream, do you? No matter the hardship I still have a dream I have a dream of white and blacks holding hands together, do you?
 Hurt and abusedLost and confusedFeeling accused, just by being you.The color of your skin does not define youThe length of your dreads does not disguise you. The way that you walk does not deprive youBut the way that your heart is will arise you.
Do not judge me. Do not judge me by my skin. Do not judge me by my eyes. For I let those words sink in,  those painful lies.   Do not judge me by my clothes. Do not judge me by my ability.
Dear high schools across America I just wanted you to see my perfectly round, slender shoulder
Terynn M. 6/1/17 “THE R WORD” Stigma. Oh, stigma.
Partnership The touch of your hand Slides down my cheek’s end Sweet, tender romance From day break to night's end  
Because I love you, You love me more. Because I love you, I show you support. Because I love you, We are honest.
Memories wrapped around clots and strands Of hair oft described as gold, by those forgetting Its bearer led a life Best described as wing-clipped.   Thigh-length, some days shining, others matted
Once upon a time...There lived a beautiful blonde babyWith skin kissed by the sun Her black is more beautiful than goldAs the story
I wish I didn't know that dandelions were weeds That fairies don't live among the trees I wish I didn't know that people can't fly That time passes by and by That we grow That we age
Mirror Mirror standing tall, Revealed through cracks all the flaws, And in a snap the request was granted with a zap, Everyone's flaws, all but one,  
Once upon a time There lived a jolly gay prince Longing for true love  
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,
The Princess and the Peace By Sophia de Castro   Once upon a time, There was a princess Who dreamt of the day she would sleep peacefully, Unbothered by the peas underneath her mattress.  
Once upon a time When knights in armor shined There waited a young princess Who had many hobbies and interests Yet at the very thought of marriage, she felt herself grow distant  
Wouldn’t it be amazing if the world had equality?   If we all had choices and freedom? Now I know what some of you are going to say Going to preach Going to cry We are equal But I disagree
My mother got me pepper spray for Christmas and at the time I scoffed. She told me she just wants me to be safe and I asked what from; she just gave me THAT LOOK. Every time I go running I strap it to my arm.
I was always jealous of her clothing.  Not because of what she wore,  But due to the magic in her protective red.  Her pale complexion 
I think we f o r g e t. We forget to face the reality of living Because we don't want to remember that there is death, destruction starvation fear hatred intolerance.
Since when did Princess mean damsel in distress?   Since when did beauty become our strict standard?   Since when did worth correlate to marriage?   I am intelligent 
When I say "homeless," what do you see? Someone dressed in dirty clothes, out on the street? Someone with a cup, asking for change so they can eat? Someone who struggles to get back on their feet?
Whatever your beliefs. Atoms colliding or Adam and Eve. We should thank the architect for the greatest design. Chemistry, biological or divine. Believe what you will, nobody can deny.
What if white were black and black were white, What if night were day and day were night. Would things stay the same Or would they suddenly change? You see, it's all about the meaning, not about the name.
People say "A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle." Who says a princess needs a prince to save her? Just know you don't need a man to get through life
It was the beginning of the weather, The sun shone through the leaves, A fair maiden sat upon her bench,  With a stare of many greaves.   By the end of summer, Her father wanted her wed,
America the great, oh yeah? If it's so great then why did we vote a president who hates He hates on the coloured, He hates on the women, Heck, he even hates Americans.  
No ill words of disrespect shall part my lips about my mother For her land has raised me well Her morals carved in my soul But yet I hope
Living under the 50 stars, Hoping and searching for the American Dream, A nice family with a nice house with a nice car, Walking down the street with a soda and some change, Stop there!
Oh say can you see America I breathe Powerful and free   Stop trying to bring us down   The best in the world But I am only a girl Am I allowed to dream?  
Unity is Nowhere to be seen. I only see racism, The bigotry and prejudice. Everywhere, there is hatred for Diversity.  
You are Destined for Greatness  you are  destined  for you were born here and your parents there you were born on the East Side where red is versus blue 
Where I’m from, The ocean hugs the coast And kisses the sky To remind the sun and Moon That it is in charge.  
America, the brave? More like America the Slave. Founded on the oppression Of millions, and millions. Our ideals of freedom are only for those
A nation dedicated To equality is great.   On paper, No nation greater.   But if all men are created equal
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.
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 was once something of hope and dreams A Dream to be whoever you worked hard enough to be and to live in peace and harmony
The country we live in Where Whites have it all Its where Blacks are to fall Where Gays have no place to stay Its not right It's not fair. But no one seems to care.
o say, can you see the walls rising to isolate us? by the light of missiles and violence. the problems will turn to ash, ash, ash. poisoning ash, killing our earth. what so proudly we hailed as a great change for America.
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.
a sickness is not cured by wrapping a thin blanket around the sore throat  that exposes injustice.   a symbol does not hold more value over a person. an object that requires a steady wind
They told me that I was the product of hundreds of years of pain and suffering,That from the blood of my ancestors, I was given Eyes the color of mud,Hair like a sheep,The complexion of an ape,An inherent lust,A body that should be covered,A cultu
America was created for all No matter what size even short or tall Yet not everyone is treated the same Throughout the years there has been little to no change The demand for equality is great
All people are created equal! Our constitution states it, and so should I. From north to south and east to west, Everyone on earth should say it   All people are created equal!
We Us Our Misery Forever stuck in the mistakes of our histor   Together We are Forever We are Mistaken We are Foolish We are  
A great nation would help our brothers and sisters they need us more than we can imagine but instead of allowing our global citizens into our hearts and our homes we push them further away
Dear Great Again,When were we great?When man felt entitled and empowered by the lack of of decent woman moralsWhen schools were only for white people and blacks were forced to be property
Everyday a child is born, and everyday a child is taken. Whether it's from white on black, or black on black, a child is taken.   Everyday a child is taken.
In this country we have many freedoms The freedom to put others down The freedom to discriminate  The freedom of words that can never be taken back The freedom to bear arms which is not bad
Finally I've come to this realization  That you've never planned on staying  Even with all of your dedication 
I never ever claimed to be a lyrical genius or one who spit words from the top of my cranium that could make you so furious because the truth has the effect to cause major pain in sum.   
Can someone explain this conundrum to me? 
The Divided States Of America
People are screaming.There are gunshots.What is the meaning? How many are lost? My heart is pounding And I'm in a warm home Sitting comfortably on my bed Staring at my phone.Watching my news feed change From prayers to the crossed.  I am stunned,
My skin color is different from yours, yet we are told we are equal.  Can you see through the Red, White and Blue,  read futher into this novel, this is the Amerikkkan sequel. 
Messy, Daylight, Fences     She learned to love her, yes she did In those few minutes and few weeks It wasn't love strain'd (maybe Shakespeare'd understand) And it wsasn't love beow the belt
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
For men, there is no ceiling to hit, nothing restricting them, But for women, there is a glass ceiling. They can see through it, they can see what they could have.
We have a world to win So stand up with pride Without women the world would collapse from the broken stilts on which it stands  
I won’t turn on the news when I watch TV Because I can’t handle the things I know I will see Instead I watch comedies and try to push them from my mind
Time machines were supposed to be cool Not for prejudice to take the rule. Have we reached the end? Can we make amends? Trump this. Trump that. Take off that hat. We know what your hiding.
A child of an immigrant knows stength, We see it every day in their eyes. A child of an immigrant understands courage, We wouldn't be here without it. A child of an immigrant is proud,
The land I fly for is not the land I should fly for. The land I fly for honors my stripes and stars but not each other. The land I fly for only knows inequality.
We are praised for being independent, strong willed, and educated But when we rise to fight for the rights of others, told: “Don’t go burning your bra”
The heterosexual white men of our country are blinded with their star-spangled eyes, As the rest of us become motivated and brave. Yes, this may be the “land of the free”,
While I feel that we should remember the past learn from it mourn it grow from it No one else remembers how. So we drown
He marches side by side With the one who cries, "Equality!" Enraged, they wreck and thrash. Their lips read, "White trash!"   Across the lane she stands, Blindfolded to the carnage behind.
Hello, I’m not a coon or a savage And I don’t live in the projects or eat chicken and watermelons for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No, I don’t live on the “block” and sell dope.
Just because I am gayDon’t think I like you, I like hot guysDon’t think I can’t judge women, I am not blindDon’t think I am weak, I am stronger than youJust because I am gayIt doesn’t mean I am not supported, I receive even more support than youIt
Red, White, and Blue. Such beautiful colors that wave high above, Lately though all I see is Black, White, and Brown. Funny how three colors can unite us, funny how they divide us.
America the great where we care more about a kid’s GPA more than their mental health. where we are driven by money and not dreams. where the people are lied to, and believe every word.
She wakes up every day Proud of what she's done If only she truly knew What has already begun   She always gets the grades She always has the drive If only she knew that her success
    Red is for the blood Red for all those who’ve bled for freedom White is for nothing Nothing that anybody has done to ensure the freedom of all
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
She's a woman, what has she to say? Truth be told, I could list off every issue, I could tell you all day. I know how you think, I know how your mind works. After all, being male has to have its perks.
WE ARE   We are one world, We are one people. We are not defined by a race, We are not defined by a religion.   We are one nation,
The cruelness in a person's judgment, the wrong in their belief  Confusing wrong with right Bad intentions, hateful thoughts a world with no peace Humans being beaten, riots unleashed, war started, creating broken families
Roaring through the Purple Mountains Majesty Comes a thunder deeper than any ocean And from across the golden fields and valleys Comes a great people in motion
A deep burn,  An ember in my chest. You left me, a witch on a stake, Crackling.   An ember in my chest, a boiling river, a waterfall of steam. Crackling The rage suits me.  
Oh America, I love to call you mine. If I had the courage I would fight for this land. I feel useless compared to those who give everything for this land. For this land, I shall become the best person I can be.  
America the Brave America the tarnished Amerca the ignorant America the lost Lost. Fight for freedom? Fight for equality? Fight for Love?
They Steal Black children from their mothers’ hearts They Changed the meaning of a gun They Made it a crime to wear a hoodie while being Black They Use a hashtag to justify murder
I know you heard me when I asked you to stop using that word I know you heard me when I asked why you speak so hatefully I know you heard me when I told you to stop acting like it was all my fault
Know Yourself. This life is not so easy, give time a tog to settle down for a reason. Realize it is inevitable to swerve out of place, like your first steps made, hardly to keep in pace.
Who are you to judge me Who are you to convict me of wrongdoing Who are you? A question with no answer   Who are you to judge me
Don’t tell me what I am meant to wantDon’t limit me to your brain’s capacitySociety was only made to flauntthe very flaws within societyA culture built on fear and hateWhat other outcome could be in store?A woman’s job is it sit and waitAny more t
My skin. Look at my skin. What am I? I am a mixed girl in a obscure world. When I would play on the playground. Small, this high, my wide eyes didn’t yet recognize the lies.
W: We A: Are R: Retaliating   We are tired of seeing our kind shed blood.
  There I was standing                 amongst hundreds Standing                            waiting                                            In anticipation  
I am A woman Belittled Degraded Insignificant The consequences of my Gender   I watch white wealthy middle-aged men in stiff suits pick and chose
can't we scatter our love like seeds in the spring  and watch them grow and hear the birds singing  and as the passer-by smells  newborn fruit  it will give them a reason to follow suit.   can't the love we accept be the love we give?  the hungry
Women are taught from the day we are tiny bundles in our mother’s arms that our bodies are nothing but pocket change for man to squander. “Don’t talk too loudly. Don’t hunch your shoulders.
United we stood, divided we've fallen.
Womanhood -- Coming up in me, about to burst like a hot spring. When you're told, told all of the time that you can't -- That you can't shatter or break out of that "bell jar". 
"You should smile more," he says I remain silent, now on edge, awakened I pray my silence will be matched in return Unfortunately for me, I am quite mistaken   "C'mon sweetie, why don't you smile for me?"
As children we are taught monsters aren't real  But if they don't exist explain the fear I feel  When I walk down the hallway or sit in the park  I'm not afriad of the monsters in the dark 
Love is such a broad term   Heart ache Heart break Heartburn   So many of the people in this world are filled with love,
High school and college became stressful and I began to doubt myself We got a new president and as a minority I began to fear the future, itself
Awareness is a word in which we tend to agree, something that inspires us to set the lost people free.  We listen to the presentations, see the kids suffering from malnutrition, the hunger in their eyes, the bloated bellies.
Straight lines, straight letters, straight figures- how uptight. Curved symbols, curved numbers, curved people- now that's not right.  I'm a straight line, or a curved number, maybe just bent? The realization, the notification, the mental places I
I'm angry I have no idea why the fuck why, but if I did, I'd do something about it I'm angry If I knew why the hell I was angry I'd tell you. But I don't, so I won't, because I can't I'm angry
I love how your hand fits in mine, I love how your smile can light up a room, I love how your eyes shine in the sun light, I love when your Eyes meet mine. You are the Ronald to my Hermine.
78 I never thought you could change. You're 78. You're stuck in many of your ways, but one day you changed, it all started with a girl named Emily. Seventh grade, my first ever crush on someone that I couldn't shake or ignore.
Can you see fire in an empty cave?    For all its dwellers now swarm  My home, gun-ho towards All who have a voice.         At least they did...    I can see a mirror in the past, 
I need a place A safe place A silent place A peaceful place  A building where I can march up to a urinal and piss like nobody's watching
We say land of the free home of the brave, but how is it so free if we are still living like slaves. Not physically but mentally we are bound by a country that continues to kncok us down.
u should be vegan
So many deaths From disease - war - Starvation - abuse. So many tragedies In Hiroshima - Columbine - Paris - Boston. A moment of silence On 9/11 - Rememberance Day -
One world, one lifetime All are blind to each other Time passes, harmed
As I toss and turn dreading my alarm sound, I think. If these were my ancestors, they'll be up in a blink. See they couldn't get an education or they'd end up dead.
  I'm here to warn you about a monster ,well not really a monster...more like a disease.
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
Shot at, choked, and hung All of the above Brought about the young Spreading hate, instead of love   Spat on and discriminated
I breathe my own fumes, lying up late at night in subtle hope for a change of pace Fumes of body odor and cigarettes Menthol and blue collar work for no pay
The Greatest Trick   By Joshua Patterson, A.K.A. The Kronikler      
I fight for my rights I fight for equality I fight for myself
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.
Girls, by definition, Are female children And females, by design, they Have a vagina
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
1,2,3,4How many gunshots moreHard to trust anyone in a blue uniformThey hold off on telling us what we did wrongBut swears to the judge we've been informedI feel unsafe in my streetsI fear a white boogie man strangling me in the sheetsI'm scared m
At first glance, I saw the world as a new pair of glasses, As things move forward,And time moves past us, I mature to see all the little scratches, So bad I'm unsure how we've lasted this long, With a beef between race and class so strong, I see h
got up just an hour ago Kissed my kids and wife goodbye I grabbed my gun, put on my badge And walked on outside I drove to work with lack of sleepFrom working Overtime But working late I didn't  mind Because I'm saving lives I walked into the stat
Why is it?
She painted the world In shades of blue, Violet, and green.
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?
       Some believe the brave to be bountiful warriars, However I believe the word "Brave" to be a common misconception. I think it of it as "A dual sided coin." My reason in doing so is because of it's counter-part being "Broken".
Poetry is words that need to be said It is words trying to escape Poetry is strength when all courage has fled It is words spoken   Poetry is what allows me to say, "I matter."
They give us a limit. They say, "Go far, but not too far." They say, "Go big, but not too big." They say you can only do so much. They say slow down, nows not the time. They say watch your limits.
Hopes and dreams, That always seems, Out of her reach. Broken lives, And stolen Dreams. Two winged sky roamer,
I write to be free.
Tell Me Again of how your privilege is comparable to the suffering of those who built the pedestal you preside on.
A young girl living in a old world Subject to customs Each day her mind is running, jumping, skipping, and tumbling Looking, searching for the broken joy that got away A young girl living in a old world
We all live in a world of expectations. Were we are expected to be an image of perfection and sweetness. However, I'ma Do It Like Miley. I am not no Disney character.
The Race Game By: Syreeta Morgan The issue of race and racial equality seems to be trending
to sin with love is to quite simply love, to judge someone's love is like judging art. you may not like the sight or even see the point but to others it may feel just right.
We are getting pulled on strings  we wish one day to grow our wings. One day we would like to see what we are made to be. As for now be proud, speak your thoughts out loud.
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to treat humans like humans and dissolve the political and racially prejudice bonds that drive a heinous wedge between us.
I feel music in my heart. I feel it run from my fingers, through my veins, to my heart. I can feel it. Every note, every rhythm, every pitch, every melody, I can hear it. I hear music in the wind.
This is a poem for my brothers and my sisters Yes the brothers and sisters of my blood and Yes the brothers and sisters of my hood and
Before my window I now stand. I see the trees and grass and land, That for so many of years have stood, Attesting loudly to the good.   I see before me as I gaze, The people free to go their ways,
A dream you keep dreaming A ridiculous fantasy. You need to wake up and see things, better yet people for who they really are. They don't know you like I do
Without life there is no connection no connection, no love, no lost. All I live for is to connect. Some friends, others money. Mine's is interaction. Without having that person to talk to about anything.
I love the sky I love outer space I love you And I love the human race   I hate society I hate egos I hate discrimination And I hate the unknown   I hope society changes
Dear boys:   We have a problem.  
I need a different kind of love story... Okay, so here's the synopsis:   A girl meets a boy And then questions her self worth When he looks her up and down And his eyes pause on her short skirt
I am stuck on a island everyday   From the unaccessible sidewalks   To the bigoted words you say   Yes I may be handicapped   But aren't we all in our own way  
It simply doesn’t add up, The world we live is the one and only Earth For we shall be side by side To strive for equality Nor be look down by gender
 All I need is fairness in a world where it seems it does not exist. Where it feels as though every ounce of what I do is measured and judged by people
 Hi   I'm here to tell you a story A story about me Or you Or him Or her Or those two over there Or the ones walking behind me    Hi   I'm here to tell you that We are alike I'm here to tell you that blood flows through my veins Sharp objects can
"It's only nature," he says, As he waters the vines That slowly wrap around you Blinding, constricting, smothering Your ripped clothes tangled in the roots. "Don't question what is natural," he says.
I come from the birds and the bees, or at least that's what they once told me   i come from outer space, i'm an alien and I'm on a spaceship moving back and forth through time.
  Who am I? What am I? I have questioned myself since I could talk I was given this identity from the day I was able to walk My father calls me daddies little girl
Gina Napolitano Cotton   Your crosses are covered in blood. Not the blood of Christ, But the blood that oozes from brown skin.
There are a lot of words that society has changed the meaning of, making the word impossible to be achieved. Words like equal and fact.
Put the food down, Girls look better thin. Don't frown, Smiles always win. Don't cry, People will think you're insane. Look away from football, Let boys enjoy their game.
The color of one’s skin Is not where they begin There should be no racism We’re all human   A gender is a gender
I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America     This phrase bothers me
So rich in flavor, natural and raw It's no clue no one can withstand my Exploding, mouth-watering taste so pushed to the side They leave me a waste..  
She and She   She and she Gently dream Of sun and peace Upon a different world So they pretend. Morning and night always turn around
A Business Calamity By: Jake P   Attractive to All Apparently Altering Animals Artificially At this Aside   Best of the “Bad” Bettering Beasts By Battery Believing it Brave
Most might say joy, love, hope, and sleep, However, I prefer the beauty of silence, With its daunting tones, And comfort it brings when I weep, The dramatic scene fostered by the cut of sirens.
Feminist: a person who believes in the social, political and economic equality of the sexes. Could it be any more obvious that we still live in a patriarchal world when feminism is a bad word?
I'm scared Scared of what's to come Scared of what has happened Scared of what is happening Scared of what could happen
  Holding silvers and golds into place on your neck, Keeping notes and to-do lists on a refrigerator in check.  
My dark skin isn't a sin. Your perception of my obscure color is what you have within, and when I look at my reflection, I'm in love with my complexion.
"Make me a sandwich." Well, I would rather not. "Cover up, slut." Umm... no. "You throw like a girl." If you say so.   Ignore them. Don't retaliate
You trudge through the daily life, budge through to make a life   Try to say goodbye? It doesn't work that way you've come this far just to dig your grave?   You're smart.
Black or White Mexican or African-American English or French Black or White Two Eyes Two Ears One Heart or None?
In China, hospitals skip the fourth and the fourteenth floor because four in Mandarin Chinese iss hi, the same pronunciation as the word for death.  
Life's sorrows' and treasures are endless in our cycle before perish All the temptations & riches we cherish but our souls are the poorest Possessing knowledge of right & wrong, we reamin ignorant
Person 1: In a land of peace Why does the hate increase When the “Christians” see A woman in the street Cloth on her head
Before I came I was nervous, but I became like a man in worship.I stripped off the shells of my insecurity, and embraced a new vision of surety.I found myself among so many flags, all these different colors and rags.
 I am… The Lady I am the lady who likes muscle, not malls. I like the feeling of how the power and strength that surges through my mind and body and soul creates harmony amongst my demons
     RACISM   I'm a black You are a white The color doesn't really matter You are rich I'm  poor
My existence is captured within the breeze. Swiftly moving, Circulating the vibes of humanity. Furor never inferior for I cannot easily be depressed Try to repress me,
My name is not Becky, Amanda, or Brittney. It is not Sarah, Ciara or Sandy. My name is M-E-L-Y-N-N-E, and that spells Melynne. My skin is tan and my hair is dark brown and curly.
Your existence is never trivialYour sins are always forgivableYour crimes are all permissibleNo matter how despicableYou’ll never be held accountable
So, I poem about me? Well, Me isn't the me you see. At least on the outside,that is.   Have you ever looked into the mirror and seen something you're not?
Just because
I ache for something more than this. There is this spark in the pit of coals that smolder underneath my skin, that scars my flesh from the inside out, that promises – that swears –
What do I find awesome? Education and the fact that it helps me blossom Everything from reading to color coding notes Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
Talk until past, speak untill away, darkness and light will talk all day, darkness and light will create a beautiful eclipse , in the silence of their hearts, And the light will take over,
Dear little girl, When I was born I was born into a world of conditions And because of tradition, and societal ambition I grew up within the confines of my sex
is awesome. is accepting. is civil. is respecting. is beneficial to the rights of others. is now legal in all 50 states. is Constitutionally protected. is not evil. is not immoral.
A stream of consciousness  that was developed when we were young gives us the ability  to make a connection with another- we are a social people after all.  And it's astounding.
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.
    So you think just because I'm black I listen to Lil Wayne and Chief Keef?
Everything is awesome, because not only flowers can blossom, that kid on the streets can too, or even that person that lost their job, and they don't know what to do. There are so many opportunities to succeed,
Isn’t it awesome, that rivers are forever? They are forever, and yet you will never stand in the same river twice, The river is a new being and packs a punch like a spice. Isn’t it awesome, how as humans we have grown?
Mother says,"Put on more clothes.Such dress is not appropriatefor a girl like you."She pauses her cooking andforces onto methe red dress and white wingsthat cover my face,my eyes,
Often I find myself in thought Silent on the outside, screaming on the inside Internally I fought
Why'd you care if he/she had short of long hair?
You are either a girl or a boy, and that's it, right?You can be one or the other, not both and not neither.That's what I've been told, and I try to believe it with all my might,But I know how I feel, you don't.
We walked down the street, but
Slaves are recognized as property,
What Crevecoeur said about America being a melting pot is true! My teachers and mentors say that is more like a stew. However let me prove it to you For once I explain then I can tell you my troubles
The Way She Smiles and The Way She Touch Her Beautiful Laugh and Her skin Color While She Blush Soft As Feathers, Warms My Heart I Play My Role and She Plays Her Part When She walks With A Steady Beat
Misogyny equals atrocity You belong in a kitchen Women have hands that are too warm Equal opportunity? That's why we have less pay and those that attempt to cat call me
I am confident and inquisitive.
Filters do not make me, they don't choose my destiny, they don't tell me what I'm going to be. I'm still me at the end of the day, I'm still going to express what I need to say,
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
I look in the mirror, What do I see?
they look at me and all agree they think im a stuck up white girl like, "she probably gets all her shit for free" ive got blonde hair, blue eyes. and my skintone is real white
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
People are people Love is love Whether you're a girl Or whether you're a boy
While people get dismissed Pissed off, with bad problems Solved by a payoff played up With bad bargains We cremate in carbon copies of unclear scandals
I am a new beginning A jump across a puddle and two hops to the left Press start. Look up. The dreams no longer satisfy who I am   I am a force  Not a physical matter to measure
Times are real hard they say, whether referring to the past or referring to today  
In a male dominated society It is hard to be a woman You have to do things quietly Only to be proven a fool, Trying to act politely Thinkin it makes you look cool
Me I am different. I know I am different. I think differently. But how am I different?
“When I get older I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like waving flag.”   Langston Hughes had the blues when he said
For as long as i can remember I have always been attracted to females But I had always been told that being attracted to the same-sex was unnatural wrong a sin just not right.
Thump.      Thump.       Thump.        Thump.      Thump.       Thump. In.               Out.              In.          Out. Proof I am human runs through my veins. Proof that I am alive and functioning shows everyday.
Is it because the color of my skin that makes me different from you Blind to the fact, that statement is not true Living in a society with stereotypes that's suppose to be clues
With the music of the sirens, We each turn our ear; We think of tomorrow, Though we cower in fear. Yes, the broken and bleeding, You have us standing right here. Will you fire on your own people?
She is, in essence, all things. She is the universe embodied, and every tiny speck of dust within it. In her infiniteness, she draws all who meet her in and gives them a piece of her.
Ive started seeing the universe in everything. And that is why when i am in nature i am full of joy. because i know that everyone has a bit of blue sky in them  and even when the dawn approaches,
Don't look that way Don't say those things There's another pretty woman Look away from the screens   They are supposed to define you
  Tattoos? Not a chance. 
The princess dances, draped in all the world's white: white shoes, white fan, white skirt and train,
A tired little cottage rests on a hill, swallowed whole by a surrounding verdant sea of grass, of scapes that roll and sway
Dear Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you.
Are we one? It's hopeless I know this devoid of devotion.       So tired of the maddness and sick of emotions dividing the classes and poisoning the masses.                       So I'm strictly devoted.
"She’s a feminist."Scratch thatThey said it more
A gentle hand is far more fair Than a fist raised in violence A understanding reaps more rewards Than ignorance and intolerance Our skin is different shades of brown Why argue over the same color
  I pledge allegiance To the flag I remember the day My best friend said “I think I might be gay”
The world in itself is not rational It is right for me, but it is not right for you Themes that we see in early thought Isolation, alienation, angst, and dissolution Causes death.
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
Thoughts of humanity stir ins
To Be A Woman In America means to be scared when you walk down the street means to have to fight twice as hard to get just as much means to have to listen to rape jokes and not start an uprising in the middle of class
Roses are red, violets are blue,  
A boy shot in the street A cop with a gun Six witnesses and hard evidence Darren Wilson is given paid leave rather than put behind bars Ferguon is called a riot area As they block off any reports
Do I know you? The words you pronounce  are so ugly and dirty, But you say they fit me just perfectly.  Do I know you?  No, I do not  but here I am lying on the floor
My reflection is  a mirage purely an image  Based on deception hidden with lies buried in secret It whispers happiness  to me But all I can see in
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
Society disapproves Of how I feel. It opens wounds That will never heal.   Our bodies are the same, But our love is too. To our hearts it isn't a game,
No, I'm not gay, But what if I was? I wouldn't want to be judged like I see others do to those who are.
The problem with this world, Is that we lost the love, but not the judgement. The love was forgotten, and judgement took over.
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 
Father sent to jail locked behind bars in a cell hit moms up said she had to pay bail On a false battery charge police up in the yard and my pops was pissed
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  
It's not that hard to stand and fight when the war isn't a physical danger. What we're fighting against aren't armies and guns and soldiers. Though we fight with just as much might and anger.
Nobody's perfect,  Nobody's really selfish,  Nobody's really conceited, But some people act as if they are.    People say I'm smart,  But I think I'm not, I just have good grades. 
World packed with cruel hate.  It’s written in their fate. What can the people do? The worst part—the revulsion isn’t new.
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
They say, it’s black or white,
Can the leaves fall any lighter?
I love her: Her long silken hair   I love her not: His short cut mane  
​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
Today we are more sensitive to race than ever before. All the media has to do is put BLACK in the midst and Al Sharpton is on his way. I'm not saying racism does not exist. But why are we slaves to the very thought of it?
My god,he says as the train hurdles pasta hundred other men standing just like himlooking out from behind the panes of glass
Your power comes from a preconceived idea
Flowing gently in the breeze, Is a wedding dress for you and me. It could be white, it could be short,
The pulse of my soul flows slow and deep
Technology, oh how we love it all,
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,
Two people were born with the capacity to love and be loved. They lived their lives in sepearte towns, with rival football teams and differing zipcodes. They went to college together and never met.
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
I'm not just scared for me, I'm scared for my brother and my nephews. I'm scared that this world we live in will never give them the chance to reach their potential because they are black men in America.
Life is like a game of chest, so play it well. Love is like a game of cards, and some can't deal. My favorite cards used to be the ace and the joker but switched the game up, no longer playing poker. Threw out all the clubs.
I want to talk about Black Entertainment Television. To discuss and describe the implements of incidents that my people look up to as stardom.   We turn on the television to find our favorite male rap artist,
Growing up I only had to fear the men in white hoods, to stand against the power of the truly colored people.
Why do I need feminism?   Because in a world of hate,  I have to love myself Or no one will   Because I cannot walk down the street at night
You see that person sitting alone? That person hiding pain behind a smile? Had you even looked into their file Would you not have seen the suffering? Would you not understand?   You see that person?
Steeper up the steeple the bells ring Chanting the enchanted hymns and songs no longer sacred What we do hear, here in the chapels, the mosques, the synagogues Is lust of temptations
Sometimes in life you have to realize that life is like falling rose
An experimental poem…   I asked professor for the color of blue Professor told me of the color of you Blue. Bruises on your tongue from speaking of the truth
Imagine a train station- Bustling with people- Crammed with bodies and breath, Eyes looking towards the ground- Avoiding those whom are pressed against them in every direction,
Special credit and thanks to Mr. Elliott Morgan--YouTuber, comedian, and thinker of deep thoughts. (Quote at bottom, courtesy  of the aforementioned.)   Oftentimes we lose the meaning, or the point.
Everyone is equal, why is there a feminism sequal?
Equality is a joke
A couple of months ago A man murdered two women. Murdered two. Injured six others. But it was okay. It was 100% justifiable by his “troubled past.”
 Black, White, Asian, Indian, Christian, Muslim, Jew, Athiest Gay, Straight, Bi, Lesbian Does all of this really matter? Can we not just be proud to be human?
Why Should I be less than thou that did not create me? Because I have honey thighs and a figure but lack certain organs "thee" are not "we"? Nurtured like flowers in a garden we are raised to succeed, but not to over achieve.
Put down the gun You think you're tough? I'm tired of books about women. Strong women Women who challenge  Women who can't be princesses Women who can't want children. Inner strength
A dark room. I lie alone. Non-existent until this moment. Darkness blinds my open eyes. To me, my world is what I see.   I flip over. I turn around.
It must be nice to walk in the hall.
What makes me tick? What forces my mind to click?    Being treated as a second. Never first, never respected. I don't see color but hearts.
 What do you see? Those people With deep colored skin, And coarse kinky hair,
Because when I was a small girl, my daddy,
if only everyone knew if only everyone had their experiences if only everyone understood if only, if only.
Why must we hide Why must we apologize Why must we be criticized For who we are inside   I see no reason to lie People are monsters Hating those who just want   To love  
Flaming red eyes, torn clothes at the thighs, and cuts and bruises that seemed to multiply, but still their lips whisper in sync " She lies! She lies! " But she only tells the truth She is only but a youth
Why can a man walk free down the street, without a care in the world, and a pep in his feet? But a woman must  leer, must live in a constant fear that a man's touch or sneer 
Every Friday and Saturday You go and drink You go and dance You go and loose your mind   Being far from home Far from rules Far from reality Far from truth  
There once was a Boy,
Why is there so much hate in this world? Everywhere I lend an ear I hear insults about a HUMAN...being  just that. HUMAN Being: too straight, too gay, so black, so white
Hispanic women always say I should learn how to cook, because men like that. Not just Hispanic men, but all men.   Big men with swollen arms and clouded heads that like to take it slow.  
She feels them staring at her. The energy it gives off Makes her want to jump out of her skin.
i spent the first 5 years saying hes so amazing and hes so sweet hes so kind and hes so cute
In a pride of lions, the lioness hunts while the male stays back In many species of birds the male's bright feathers elaborate dances and song are desperate attempts to attract female birds
Monday through Friday, 8-5 "Young Lady," I hear "Shh, while they talk" Is my input not important?   "Young Lady," I hear "Listen to the men speak." Can I not speak as well?  
  I didn’t recall inviting him to put his arm around me Much less for him to slide his hands along my thighs station his palms over my hips tease my chin and my neck with the tips of his fingers and lips  
Being gay isn't a choice Because why would I choose to lose my voice? Not my voice physically, but politically
"I am not religious", I tell them. I'm just not. I am not rejecting religion. Just after all these years of having christian religion shoved down my throat I'm just not interested, you know?
Hush little girl, and rest in me
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.  
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
  No matter the form, color, or shape. Love is not defined through all the red tape. Who are we to tell another who they can and cannot love?
She takes flight. All the light in those babydoll eyes. Broken. Soars away from these hardships. Tender hands burned. In this seemingly painless discuise. Don't leave me in the darkness.
"Play the game" they say. "Just play the game." The only way to get ahead in life is to play the game. The rules are simple they say; bow, kneel, bend, but dont break. Kiss ass, tell people what they want to hear.
"You're an atheist?!" "You know you're going to hell right?" "I'll be praying for you." Yes. I'm an atheist. No that does not mean that I worship Satan, or I hate religion, or I hate God, or
Poetic essay   Before I write a poem, I think. Every day, A child is born from imagination. Every night, A child is put to sleep inside inspiration.
Left and right I feel offended because in the shadows and undetected are words that pierce and are directed at my womanhood and role that society elected  When I walk near men I feel inspected 
I find it hard to live in the world I am in.
Words. The fruits of your mind become rotten with ease,
Naivety is expressed in many minds About many matters where ignorance is but a synonym, Yet let those words scathe their ears and retorts Will soon follow. "Not all men-!" Yes all men because,
Tell me do you think I am blind?To the continuous jabs from mankind?Or maybe you would like to just keep me behindIn step with those composed and confinedIn a world where equality is so restricted and unkind.
    This is for you: mom, dad, sister, brother, cousin, friend, Teacher with a grimace: “Never, she never pays attention in my class.” “We’re sorry we’ve taken her to see a specialist” Why?
Society is a mess We have boys turning into men In a society that says It's alright to be disrespectful It's alright to be sexist It's alright to be rude to women They're told we don't deserve respect
I live in the urban area of kansas city which most people know it as a place of poverty not realizing that sure we might suffer from hunger but to be more exact we suffer for eduction.
She was talked about; bullied to the mind
Out here, it's just you and me No one telling us who to be The moonlight and the stars shining so bright embrace us as we embrace each other
I have a dream that one day equality will mean just that. Marriage is a right for everyone. I have a dream that one day discrimination will no longer exist.
It's hard to confess I haven't forgiven or forgotten
You say your love for me is unconditional that no action or choice I made could be rendered unforgivable but our conversation the other day left me deeply shook
When I was eight, I tried to hand my crush a cookie he stared at it and said, "do blacks make their cookies different?" I stared at his bright freckled hand and fire glazed hair
As my Brother wash the dishes  i wonder if my mother should be sleeping. My Father told me to cut the grass. i never seen me cut it before.   My Friend Tony said that he does not believe in my family.
Why can’t we just throw it all away? Just let the hate lie and not let it consume us; Why we have to fight each other. We are all the same inside.  
Hiding in fear from the hate of pure dissatisfaction.
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
I’m tired   Tired of being told women are placed upon a Pedestal. When the reality if we are upset we are told that we are being Menstrual We do not see eye to eye, missing each other due to Fluctuation of Time.
What gives you the right To try and claim my body My body is my own It’s not here for you to  Press and knead Jab and paw at Claw and sink Your fingers into 
Skin does not have the power To identify who someone is. Skin has no morality, nor intelligence
My reason for writing is not just because I can, but rather it's who I am Poetry is more than just an art of flowing words together melodically But it is my therapy
It’s easy to be angry at something you don’t understand. Something that seems so far away, out of reach.   How can you understand something when you take a stand against it? Take a stand,
Why is it called Feminist when it is in favor of both genders?   it should be called  humanist or equalist.   Are there male feminist? Would they be called Manimist?  
  MY NAME IS LJ   I’m at the grocery store.  I’m out to lunch. I’m at the gym. I’m at work. I’m at a bar. By myself. With my four-year-old cousin. With my friends.
Black White
How can you tell me to act my age when you treat me like a little kid?
Diatribes against discrimination Of hate that plagues a nation Once called United but now, separation Kicking and screaming against ghettoization But our shouts are all silenced By the hands of commanders
Eyes searching hungrily Viewed as meat and an object Who am I to object? Who am I to say no? I have no say in what is 'right' for me to do I must know my place
You're screaming and you're cryingand laying on yo
I saw her again today In the corner of the lunchroom eating alone. Her parents are never really home And I wonder if she wonders, How does a girl, someone so different
Love, we are told is warm like the early rising of the sun.
Who is poverty?Where did it come from?What will be its remedy?Why does it cause so much pain?When can we eradicate its name?How do we begin to let our lights shine and ruin its fame.?
All I ever wanted Was for my bisexual cousin 2 feel safe Walking with her partner and not worry 'bout some fucktard trying to rape her straight All I ever wanted Was to find love
If they are happy love is love regardless why should we judge them  
To shine, save lives, conquer, and fly Those were our dreams before trying to survive Now it’s money, wealth, and superiority for what we’re forced to strive But God bless the soul who wants otherwise
Peace! Land! Bread! This is by no means outdated. When Lenin made these promises, He wasn't just thinking of Russia. He was thinking of the impoverished of Africa, The hungry in America,
Eighteen score years ago, a cradled crying baby - who was given an enlightened path - was born
I fell in love Woth a woman  Who taught me how to love.  Because of this love I'm a  Faggot Dyke Sinner Slut Whore; An abomination.  When did the world turn to hate?
I write because it is my tactic of escape From this cold world filled with violence and rape
She was supposed to be a boy. Over there, she might not have lived to see another day. Here, she was loved.   I am loved. I can follow my dreams. But they called me bossy. Loud. Pushy.  
             I am a woman             I have long hair, I have a high voice, long lashes and lips of cherry             I have curves, I have breasts and a butt             And I love my body and I am proud  
What makes me tick? Well, take your pick: I don't like to exercise But I like to supervise. I pour out my heart In the name of art. My dark corners revealed There is no shield.
No reflection in the mirror Because society doesn’t see me No confidence in my life Due to boundaries in my community No money at the bank Cause I never get a raise Only sorrow in my eyes
"an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind"
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
Because we are the broken and shattered crooked smiles on crooked streets treadmill runners yearning for a place to be Because we desire to be found as "somebody"  
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.  
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.  
If I could change the world I'd change the way we live today Change the way we think  And change the way we perceive   If I could change the world  I'd fly around a mountain high
If i had one change to change the world what I wouldn't give to have that chance  I would end world hunger in that way saving more lives 
Change? Change is the thing we all desire
“God hates”
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
You hear it all the time The cliched,  "There are only two types of people in the world..." But the world is more than just black and white
"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,
I have a dream that one day race, socio-economic status, gender, religion, ability, or sexual orientation will no longer serve as obstacles to justic
I hope one day I’ll breathe in sweet relief Because we women, after fighting tooth And nail for equal rights, have won the war. We women stand with men, no longer small, No longer quiet. Strong with voices loud,
Imagine a world of no conflictNo anger, no murder, no war   A world of respect   Where the color of your skin doesn’t matterWhere which side of the tracks you grew upon makes no change  
What would you change? What would I change? I'd chage the way peole think, Get rid of the unnceccasary judgement. Who needs that? Certainy not we. We have the power to learn,
Human We're here to be
I lay still Still I lay While they look down at me   I am dressed in satin. With my hair just so And a rose within my grasp   Their eyes do cry They cry from their eyes
We are defined Not by the hearts that beat within us
"Resist" she screams running from ash Broken and torn but not turning back
If I could change one thing? The World. Every boy. Every girl would have       clothes                food       love and shoes they'd have the right to be free      happy
There is a world of prejudice out there One filled with more hate than I could write It progresses on Even as its inhabitants don't There is a world of hypocracy out there
I am a very religious heterosexual female. I am currently dating a guy, going on a year now. We are very happy together and we've even discussed marriage way down the road.
If I could change the world, I would abolish prejudice; Or the bumpy past, That created it. No race more superior, No size more supreme. Only happiness,  And positivity gleamed.   
Red, Yellow, Blue, Green Flags are nothing but color. Caucasian, Indian, Islander, African Skin is not the issue in particular. Trans, Gay, Straight, Bi We are all the same.
Unequal pay, Long hours durring the day, Sexual harassment in the office, Why do we deserve to be treated this way? She doesn't work as hard as the others her they say,
From violence to insanity, I will change it all. From the kidnappings to the murders, i will change it all. From the guilty to the accused, I will change it all.
Their ribs show, as their stomachs ache,
The way people view others It's such a shame If I were king for a day That is what I would change   The color of skin pigment Can create severe judgment Arabians accused of terror
I look forward to the day When the share post doesn't need to say: "Share if you are a strong black woman who doesn't need a man." "Share if you are a strong woman who doesn't need a man."
If ignorance is bliss Then let me off this  Ride I refuse to be blind Shutting off my mind Forever Okay to only follow Is a thought I cannot swallow Down
Dreams seem hopeless When you have doubt. When you think there's no way out. So please, hear me out. This is what I would do.   Changing the world, It's like polishing a pearl.
Whatever happened to the evaluation of our own sins before casting stones at others? Have we all forgotten that lesson?
So many people speakin of things they know nothing about. Assumptions turn into rumors,
I never thought my sexuality The way I love Would become the center of my world It would be the sun around which I revolve I didn't think I would become so obsessed So focused on finding myself
He doesn't have too many friends Then again, it's a small school None of us have too many friends But he doesn't have too many friends And he's walking down the hall And someone yells out "Hey! Look!
The difference is a letter Or a chromosome, really It’s a variable, it’s chance By biology, a 50/50 split XX = XY   It’s not biology It’s society I am a female; I am told I am lesser
We are born unwonted. some keep up with such a wonky personality, some are pushed into categories by the dogmatic dictators of society, some of our eyes shine curiously, because we know...
If I could change anything about the world today, Anything at all, I would change our perceptions on people I would crush our ideas that anyone is better than another Especially if you believe that because of
The life I see before me, Is only a path of scrutiny. If I could change one thing, One thing only. It would be the change where Everyone is equal. No hate, no fear, no decrimination.
Lesser pay, jobs, lives Women, Gays, Minorities Unequality
A white boy’s tears
Look at the reflection in the mirror  Freedom is our fight  make a right for equality.
  Rewind and Rewrite  
Waking up in a room, With not even a pair of shoes. They stripped me down, Took me from my town, And here I awaited my doom.   This dream that haunted me often
He stands alone In a small empty room. Behind him, scrawled in big, ugly letters are two short words: TOO STUPID He cowers, his lip trembles
Gay. Straight. Bisexual. Why do we need these names? So what you're a girl who happens to like a girl? So what you're a girl who happens to like a boy?
They’re ungrateful; they got themselves in that position; they’re just being lazy,One man I served at a soup kitchen even said-“you spend too much time helping us; you will become one of us”.
If love makes the world go round, then why do some hault its' spin?   How would you like it if i stopped you from being with your soulmate because of my opinion.   Why is it that you think
If I could change anything I would change a dad’s mind I would make him still love By choice; not just to be kind   If I could change anything I would change those who stare
If I could change one little thing. Oh country 'tis of thee You say it's all equality, yet your actions are monotony. Isn't it ironic that our country is replete with variety?
Everytime I look around and see an inhospitable stare directed at me, I want to say QUIT LOOKING AT ME! I'm no different from you
So you want to change? I do. It seems so easy  So there So right Right?   If I could change anything It would be perception Myself My Community  The world?
My heart aches as I tell my tale A tale as old as America itself How my parents came for a better life Condemning themselves a different kind A kind of people misunderstood
I love her with all of my heart. My broken, mangled, crumbling organ of love. I want to show her off, To hold her hand and kiss her in front of more then God above.   But my family's strict.
Why hate? When there is so much more
What would I change about the world you ask? Well I guess it all starts with this. I want a clean slate for everyone, No more hate or prejudice, that needs to be done.
The world we live in is a mess but we can fix it. We need everyone to try and no one to quit.   Some people are fat, some people are gay some people have blue hair and some people have tattoos.
I am universal.
Judgment.Discrimination.That’s all I ever see.When will come the timeWhen we see each other equally?Appearance.Identity.Criticized constantly.Why can’t we live in a world
we ask for nothing but to be respected yet you treat us like an abomination
If I could change one thing so small, A thought, a word, a friendly call, I would change the hearts of men To turn from gold and wealth times ten, And turn instead to their brothers plights,
Hate exists  Whether we want to believe it or not. Those who preach purity, fire the first shot.   Gay, straight, confused, transgender Does it really matter what kind?
To change discrimination To really make all equal Men and Women Women and Men Earth would be most peacful indeed If the change of discrimination would come The world would be peacful
Woman One of two or one of many Depending on your views   Woman Not worthy of wealth Except wealth of home To the man she calls To the man she owes   Woman
The world is swirling, whirling, grinding with fear.                                                                                    The thoughts of children crying, people dying, reek in my ears.                                               
gay straight black and white for them we fight but when will girls be equals too?
The ability to change the world is greater than I can imagine What would I change is a great question Would it be to creat world peace, or take away crime? Or would it be more complex, like slowing down time?
What I Would Change If i had one day to change something in my life it would be equal oppurtunity,
If I could change, just anything I would change the way love is viewed. Some say marriage can only be between a man and a woman, But who are they to judge?
Now this might sound cliche But I'm about to change the world Take criticism away  From all the boys and girls All men created equal But that's not how it works You're told you're not perfect
You say you would love to have my life, You can definitely have it. Maybe after this you will think twice. It isn’t that great, You may not like the price.   “I would kill to have your body!”
America, one word to decribe it: great. There is but one thing that I do hate. The freedom we falsely exhibited. Was in actuallity always prohibitted.   If you wish to go to church, then be my guest.
I don't understand "People treated equal" But our love is banned  
Pure, the infant is born Caught in wonder and awe not yet taught to scorn or haunted by what its saw   Children see no race Or sexual orientation All love they embrace
I am happy for her, She has beauty and heart, She deserves it for sure, Her soul is true art, All those who disagree, Calm down and let the girl be. 
What if. What if I'm not just the tight kink of a curl. What if I'm not just soft brown blends that make the hue of my skin.
Questionin innocenceNeed tuh cleanse n replenish dis effed up conscience.Hoodie up, arizona n skittles in his pocketsSuspicionLife taken away for foolishness of self defense?
Yena Balekyani                                                                                                        about 618 words Urbandale, IA515-822-7148 balekyay@uni.edu
Don't look at me and say that you feel the same as me. You are not my equal, you will never be as equal as me. I fought for a voice that will never be heard. You watched silently and took all the credit.
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
"we'll pray for youyou're just confused.it's just a phase.everyone goes through this." goes through what, exactly?
Every day voices circle all around me Telling me what I should or shouldn’t be Why don’t you play with girls’ toys? Why do you spend so much time with boys? You should go shopping more with fellow females
Throughout time, it has always been natural for a man to be with a woman.  However, times are changing and our generation is changing and embarking on a journey for equal rights and equal protections. 
I don't accept you Because this is my country My schools My jobs
We preach peace, yet declare war. We want to end world hunger, yet we toss food on the daily. We want to attain the best education, yet we are charged more than we can afford. 
Equality. Equality is a word that is used too freely. We are all supposedly equal. But this is not true. So I am done. Done with the rules made by White old men who earn more
The world needs to change Have acceptance towards all For all are equal
When someone tells you to be this or that, What makes it okay to listen? You weren’t raised to be molded into that ideal human being. You weren’t raised to follow that hateful society outside.
  We are a disjointed body, crippled by their oppressive strength; they strive by walking over us.   Our rights don't matter until the november polls;
What is difference? Why does society dislike the different? Who is to say what is differrent? No one is the same Yet, we all want to be like someone else No one is equal yet everyone is equal.
When I hear you say, “don’t go down that way. The boys dress like girls. Those people are gay.” Well I don’t know what you mean, but I know you mean well.  You’ve got a heart of gold, your intentions are swell.  
Arkansas State so beautiful Natural as can be Friendly people everywhere We do not miss a beat   But disappointment looms In my home state true A view upon marriage
Why question those who are different from yourself? Why feel the need to snicker and roll your eyes because they don't fit the mold like you? Why be repulsed instead of attempting to understand?
We live in a world full of many races, We see so many different faces. Some are big and some are small, But as people, we need to love them all. There are opinions about religion and hate,
I wish I could tell you about myself: that I love the whole spectrum of gender and that I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin that I want to peel it all away and become new
Love. Such a simple but complex word that is used on a daily basis. Love that was said should never mix races. Love that to some should stay between woman and man. A love that most people give all they can.
All I see is violence All I hear are lies All I want is happinness All I get is hatred Untames and Untainted They hate me And at times I hate them All I want is a chance
I’m walking a thin line, I’m running out of my lifeline. They’re letting go, they’re moving on How come I’m so far gone?   Why am I so worthless? My life so pointless?
I thought about it once or twice, maybe three or four. About suicide, and what it would be like, if I didn’t live anymore.   My world is dark and gray, filled with sorrow and lots of pain.  
I made a full length remix to Macklemore's song "Same Love."  These are the lyrics I wrote:   Verse 1: When I was 7, I knew I wasn’t like my other friends
Who am I?I am female.
Be that flip side of the coin, don't be the one to join in such cruel and useless taunts, Ms. America is Indian, why all the jaunts? I'm white and you could be black, we are all equals, it's a fact. 
Since a young age I've been plagued My mind set a certain way By fairy tales They taught me That happily ever after Always follows the end And the princes marry princesses and that's it
We, The people of America, who fought for Liberty, Freedom, and Equality, Continue to live in a world full of discrimination. “Are You sure?”
The lunch bell rings, and not a minute too soon My stomach has been growling ever since noon Didn't get enough to eat in the morning, guess it's my fault But as soon as I set foot in the lunch line,
I love you, I love her and him. Is that so wrong...... It's completely right. The way your hand fits in mine, the pressing of our palms remind me that you're mine.
She’s far from an innocent For deep in her past Lie memories in waiting, Coming on fast. The shame and the guilt Are too much to take, So she closes her eyes And accepts her fate…
A laugh A scoff "She's such a slut" That girl right there With the low-cut shirt, high heels, short skirt. You don't know her, You don't know her life, But that doesn't matter.
Can you understand the way?  Roll down the hill with the best of them?  The girls and guys who like each other.  The shame they feel when they walk down the hall.  Equality should be showcased.
I will be whoever the fuck I want. Let me repeat that. I, Faith Rider, will be, whoever, whatever, the fuck I want. Everyone is putting themselves in boxes, "I'm straight!." "I'm Gay!" "I'm Bi!"
By: Saranda R Our flag waves in the ocean of pride that envelopes this country With its economic strides and setbacks that we criticize Adding to the problem, not developing a solution
  7.046 billion people in the world 1,200 students at the average high school So many faces in the world So many people that are passed by   What would happen if there was a chain reaction?
I dream of a life where media isn't idolized, Where women can love their bodies the way they are and society will no longer have ficticious expectations. I dream of a love that is PURE and true,
I am BOLD, I am BRAVE, Who are YOU to tell me I'm not. I may not be the fastest to understand, but I give what I've got. My BEST....is it enough? I study, I struggle, I even go without sleep,
It is okay to love   When I was a kid my parents told me about Santa They told me about the Tooth Fairy They told me about the Easter Bunny They told me about God  
I am a real piece of work And that much about me will never change I’ll change the world with words The same way you changed me You made me a worrier Excuse me
To the land of the free, to the home of the brave We sing these words proudly for all to hear But what aboout those who we still need to save? The lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transgenders; who still live in fear  
I am in this world deformed,Rendered useless by some,But unbeknownst to them, There's a world that will accept me.It comes through the TV screen,in the form of kingdoms, mazes, and caverns.I can take to the skies, swing a sword at those who questi
A teacher who takes bribes is no better decribed As a failure at her job For condemning these lies.  A highschool student, a football star, From a 2.0, He does fall far. 
Oh. Thick girls? They are better than Big girls. Big girls are like big.  Thick Girls are just better Said everyone.  Big girl  Big girl No loves you they said, lose weight they tell me
She was perfect. Bottled blonde. With hardly any flaws. Straight A's in every class. Cheer leader on top of that. Do you know why she's gone?   Some say she just up and left.
Brainwash the children of the nation with songs by Drake  omg becky look at her butt you only live once dripping with misogyny  stupid sayings  strangle our minds into believing
she walks the halls but doesnt speak the pain is voiced by the tear on her cheek her beauty and innocence corrupted by others who point and laugh at the skin she covers   a boy who sits alone and cries
  Racism Sexism Heterosexism Classism Humans   Oppression Privilege Advantage Suppression Humans   White Heterosexual Male Perfect
Black or White We are all the same Created by one creator And are all equal Accept who we are Not what we are   Black or White We are all one We may have different points  of veiw
Out of place, he sits there. As though ignorant Of judgment and pity. Dirt in the creases of his coat, the pleats of his scarf, the wrinkles of his face Disappearing into his aged beard.
Eyes connect Shoulders rolling back Chest puffed out Plump lips of pure crimson Curling up in a seductive grin Beckoning that I come closer And closer still Breath quickening
"...and we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men were created equal..." 1776; It was a constitutional statement that society swore under the honor of god But isn't it odd
It’s been a hard day’s night I should be sleeping like a log But the fools are steady day trippin’ So I have to fight them off
I can sit for hours, Staring at flowers. I could fly into space, Me and the stars always race, and we are all the same color, you and her are sister and brother.
Why is it that Those of us that can’t afford A college education Are punished for trying? Why is the world saying Screw you For trying to get out And do more than our parents Grandparents
This unspeakable thoughts Diligence anger Are these anomalies? I feel listless towards this unknown feelings
Love Hope Hate LustThe things that make us humanFear Anger Despair InsanityThe things we have in commonLife Death Heaven HellThe things that make us believeBlood Sweat Tears Failure
Catholic school does a number on a child, He never knows what to believe. Dear God, that woman in the habit she rapped my fingers time and time again when I’d take the Lord’s name in vain,
You, girl. Wee girl. Oblivious to the world that surrounds you. The vultures, the animals. Creatures we call people.   They'll wine you, they'll dine you, They'll rip you to shreds.
I dream of change across the world. I dream of change from door to door. From happiness to equality. A brand new start for you and me. To walk in and not be judged. To speak your mind and not be smudged.
Native Americanstravel far...assimilateinto our communal forces They gave only lovewe must give it back... Their higher senseof color when theymake crafts...brilliant, bold, beautiful
Grab a hand and stand together   let here a heartfelt welcome  hand by hand race by race  together we stand equal   strong and firm We are never alone   so be a friend and lend an ear
My brother Make your legacy live in history The past of segregation lingers onto our present communities, And its comedy is somehow becoming our young brothers and sisters you see..
  I never understood what was so different about LGBTQ people that they got treated so differently    I never understood why sometimes my uncle had to hide who he really was from society  
Freedom for you is supposed to be freedom for me Because our nation's promise is equality. But ultimately, You are freedoms fool.  
 She opens my eyesto a new world,a new universe,full of happiness;happiness to be with the one I lovebut also, a new world fullof hurt.They are constantly staring,plotting against us,
White or black what difference does it make? we are both skins that we did not create the color we walk in is our own the only thing that we can embrace is making us known of who we are
We as a people are capable of so much We must use each other as a clutch We as a people must rise to the majestic heights So we can fight this battle like a medieval knight  
Under my bedI layAfraidBecause tonight is just one of those nightsMama works late I can hear you stumbleYour scent getting closerYou mumbleI should call mamaBut I'm just not suppose to
Look to the sky as I feel despair Nuclear flashes consume the air All land is now a pyre The Earth, a never-ending oxygen fire Good and evil, dead, the same We only have ourselves to blame
  In the midst of the gale
 I found myself, helpless and pale
 A girl called Aanu, censorious of the image 
 Staring back at her in the mirror, the horror of her own visage

Not once in my life have I heard someone say “Could you spare some change?”; no, they expect we will pay. They sit with their signs, black words in black scrawl, and hope as we each walk on by, one and all.  
Unheard   Hello? Is anybody there? Can you hear me?  
She breaths the air of stereotype as she mounts the mountain of her life. Walking on broken glass, listening to others' cynical laughs, she still manages to ascend.   Distant from inclusion,
Diversity: we are all different Diversity: we are all individual Without Diversity we’d be the same Everyone would like only vanilla ice cream
Made of Steele  made to clink together made to keep a race back foever ? made to seprate us and not bring us together. There seems like there's no sunny weather, cloudy skies and
Bulit up on a lie so how would  you expect us to survive ?! Clenched with chains like  a beast who can not be tamed  Not knowing that we where the First to be crowned king 
It's all connected, don't you see?  From you to me to he to she to they to we We're unified yet disintegrated, for many fail to see The truth in equality needed to liberate society  
I watch him flapping, tapping like a bird who tries but can't flyI hold him in my arms and pray that he will get byHe is different, but with help from ushe will be understood. Anxiety takes over and I stand there watching, waiting for his tantrum
It is time to get up;I hear the pounding on the door.He yells-because it is what I deserve
We took a step on the Moon; we sent rovers to Mars. Whites, Blacks, Asians, Mexicans, live together under one law This country has children without mothers, children without fathers,
No matter what your name is, where you were born, what language you speak, where you live, the amount of money you have, how tall you are, how much you weigh, what your name is, what you look like. We humans are all the same and equall.
Few things ca cut you without a blade or sharp edge, Like paper or grass -Well maybe not grass, since they are called blades of- But the things that cut the deepest, Making blood flow I lazy rivers out of the body,
I cry out. Help! I wimper and gasp with racing drops falling down my face. Help! I am stuck in a dark, molded sphere, running into the same sides and corners. Help! I have grown to be strong, but this is torture.
  When I was little I loved to rhyme and carry paper and pencil in hand Sadly, momma discouraged me saying crunch numbers, math is in demand   However literature and poetry have always been my muse
When I’m Holding Anthony’s Hand It has been a struggle, The conflict of being different from one another, The issue of accepting one another,
He was my age when he died, a boy who would now never grow up. I don't know what it's like to grow up hated and feared by simple minds and closed hearts. I don't know what it's like
I was born into a world in which I don’t understand, A metaphysical dilemma portrayed as wonderland. Consistently told what to do, But we call this the “land of the free”. If these shackles weren’t holding us,
Tell me how you feel when the wind gets strong enough to blow you over. Why do I try? Taking in everything that's happened, How do I forget? It'll blow over and everything will seem fine,
My great grandmother could not read and her daughter could not write. My mother passed me the pen and told me to fly. When I write, I unlock the diaries belonging to the hearts of all my mothers.
I am an infinite doubter, But my hope weighs more. In this lifetime I could see Marriage equality. Marriage isn’t about the word—it’s about a cosmic explosion of wholeness.
I sit here, thinking heavy My young brother, no intent of harming any Walking with a hood on is that a threat? But with his black skin many scream death Skittles, tea What harm could that be?
World without hate Is one without fright One where the darkness Is diminished by the light   One where all people Are happy at peace And discrimination Has finally ceased  
We’re built,We’re born,We love,We scorn The worldThis placeThe people,This race.  One thought,One kind,One hope,One mind. 
It was a question that plagued me even in my dreams and begged for a reply Why haven’t we changed? Obscure, it seemed it was, when a stranger approached me
Human beings just the same old or young black and free white and chained different eyes different skin hundreds of tongues human being still the dealer down the street
I write to know that I am alive, I write to know that I feel... the pain, the loss, the sadness, the love...within the pages as they are inked. Imprinting what is real. The memories. I withold may fade over time.
When I asked about the important people they said: The poet is useless The musician insane The artist waste time The dancer the same Doctors make us better Officers keep us safe
What's the difference between adding an A. Taking away the "ER" Now what is left to say?   We have so many rules as to when to say it But then we get happy over being called a bad b...  
All they see me is as black.  No matter my heart,  no matter my intelligence, regardless of my dreams and desires.... all they see me is as black. Why is black so threatening? 
Compassion is something you have naught of, Though you are not without ambition. What is sought is difficult to find alone, Wisdom is more easily gained together.
  Children running, playing,  No worries or commitments. Carrying on as if they have been friends forever You would never know they just met.
Three out of four was the turn out. Growing up in a single parent household, College Park, Ga 30349 was my hood until my mother found a way out. Moved us quite a few times, then we hit Henry County.
Art is the millisecond one awakes from a coma,
The Dream Find it easy to get what you want Look there kids running away with apples that they just took away Does it seem as if people care
1964. Kitty Genovese. 28.Raped and killed while her neighbors did nothing.Her blood left a scuffing.2009. Jane Doe. 15.Raped by ten guys at a homecoming dance while several class mates laughed and joked. 
Falling in love isn't real and I can't date My father picks my husband and then that determinds my fate
When the lions roam the earth thinking that they make the rules the lambs cower in fear of being reprimanded for who they are When the lions roam the earth believing that they are the norm
36- 24-36 The measurements of perfection The ideal hourglass figure; Big boobs, skinny waist, wide hips
  It hurts, that you judge But you’ll never know I keep it inside Buried below All my pain, And my pride,
Trayvon, I'd like to know your favorite color. Maybe you have more than one, but it's okay. We all taste the rainbow one day So tell me its red.....like the dark crimson slowly seeping slowly from your soul.
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Kira eats with chopsticks, Steven uses cutlery Kevin likes his food dry, Mike likes it buttery Mark uses an alphabet similar to ours Chang uses line patterns to represent words  
I pledge allegiance to the flag,Of the United Sates of AmericaAnd to the republic for which it standsOne nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all.Liberty and justice for all...
Strangers and unknown people, I feel your stare, No matter where you are. Poking your nose too far into extremity, Searching for secrets that don’t even exist; Go look elsewhere because we do not respond,
This slave-like mentality, quite simply the reality of our warlike principalities   whose brazen nationality is worn thinly by brutality fledged from personalities
At the start, I felt them place the chains upon me. Decisions, ideas, thoughts they decided for me, Pushed so hard I believed they were my own, Yet they were so different from the writing on my heart.
I am 20 years young With the power of a king I am you And you are me But we're all the same if you read between. Oh no Wait just a minute Did he say that  I know he didn't 
Mirrror, mirror on the wall why must we look at ourselves through you and bawl? Why can't we always see our true beauty? What wicked games you play, tricking our minds this way! If I break you will I really have 7 years of bad luck?
"I would see you fail Before I'd let us both succeed," Thought one line of track To the other, As the train was derailed.
Enthralled by your unbounded beauty That I admire all seven days a sennight, It is me that you do not see; My heart pounds madly at your mere sight. Although we descend from people of conflicting histories,
Why build borders, When you can build dreams. Why break down dreams, When you can break down borders. My journey was of a thousand miles And my heart kept going like an engine.
Born into a world that is filled with pain sorrow They always make you wish you didn’t have to face tomorrow. A little boy who experienced nothing but hate, Grew into a man that spoke words and caused you to meditate.
Most of us say we need it, but do we truly believe it? We are in constant competition to win the prize: job positions, checks written; Don't look surprised.
The look you give me brings out my fear For if I show any I will tear For the path I creep upon will distress my womb Until the end I will not be Because thanks to you I vanished
People ask me what I believe all the time.I believe that beliefs have reason and rhyme.The reasons for mine are the signs of the times;the negativity and number of people that are blind.
I am Woman I have no power and I no longer believe that I can make a difference It is true that I am silenced And no more I achieve Freedom I am Woman
Look! Look! Look! Brown, hazelnut eyes Shutter and shift accordingly As long, unorthodox lashes brush away dust mites Teeth yellow growing green Tongue hairier than the green goblin's spleen
Why is this even a question? Are you a boy? Are you a girl? Gay, straight, bi, transgender? Does it truly matter?
Words, they have many powers, We ignore their strength. They keep us safe in our towers, But yet, they can destroy as well. All in the verbiage of those that use them For good or ill we see their consequences.
What once was three-fifths is now one whole. What was once whipped and chained lives in my soul. I write because I can.
Asians can't drive, and Mexicans make trouble. You will get shot by a black man who will rob your home and steal your vehicle. All Mexican immigrants are illegal. Asians can't speak English to save their pathetic little lives.
To give in within the social norms and forget how we were before would be asking the impossible, creating the identity, masked hide the dignity, and forget the past.
(poems go here) Raindrops fall From the crystal clear sky Passing layers of life Just passing them by Going on a journey Through the emptiness of air Headfirst to the ground Waiting to get there
I smile outwardly to you because I don't need your pity, You see me as a happy, bubbly, and sparkling young woman. Did you ever realize that beyond my smile my eyes are filled with stories I'll never say with my lips?
They lock you up They take pieces of you Inch by inch Try to force you Into silence Into willful captivity Caged birds cannot fly But they can still sing Do not let your song be silenced
I’ll never forget what you told me when I was in the hospital. You said the next time I try to kill myself, I need to make sure I go though with it. That’s the moment I knew how much of an effect the flap of a butterfly
A man on a couch. Jason--on a couch. Slowly I can see the muscles tighten into place. Small Semi-Circles form under the windows, And a smile rests comfortably on his face: Comfortable where no one knows
One Voice
He said to me "like lungs without air" that moment I realized we felt the same hurt I tried to keep my air but it escaped the minute you left its as if nothing as moved on. Time still stands Smiles still bright
Looking through a black girls eye What do you see? Ignorance is not uncommon It’s everything it can be Looking through a black girls eyes I see pain Pain that cannot be changed overnight
Don't you know we're all the same? Skin and bones, a heart and a name. We're living life for a purpose together So who is to say whether Any love is right or wrong We come out weak, but we're trying to be strong
I don't understand This violence It sickens me To be cruel is so easy Yet to be kind is so difficult. I find this hard to believe. Although to look on the outside To believe, is so difficult.
They told me I'm different - That I'm not the same. They said love can only come To those who aren't gay. I reared my head back And laughed like a fool. But there was no hilarity In what I had done.
Equality Just you and me. Why is there discrimination For race and orientation? Why do we judge one another When we could use care to smother? Underneath it all we're the same,
America. Land of the free. A land where you can get married based on the gender you were born with, but not based on who you fall in love with. America. Land of the free.
I have a voice; Strong and loud. Can make people listen, People in the crowd. I know right from wrong; I'm not sitting in a cloud. I'll scream till you hear me; Scream really loud!
Shhhh! Do not you dare compare him to I! For he was not born within a skin that does not comply. I am beautiful, of this I have no doubt, But this is a fact, not a way to stand out.
What is wrong with the world?
If I am to be one thing, let me be transparent. No, not to fade off this earth. Let me reveal the dreams I nurture within me. Let my past be exposed. Let my inspirations and drives radiate through me—
Like a storm hovering over a barren land Tears fill this boy’s hands They burn like coals on fire Fueled by words of hate and ire
If I was straight I wouldn’t be writing this damn thing If I was straight I wouldn’t need to hide my basic humans needs If I was straight would you still dehumanize me? Take away my rights and claim there “not meant to be”
(poems go here) You are a man Brittney M. Williams
To dream is to die, to die is to live. For we forsake our freedom, for others to live.
You act as if a crown lies on your head and a gavel rests in your hand – as if people were born just to serve under you and obey your every command Reality will strip you of your illusion
For example, Blocks. Stacking rings. Mr. Potato Head. (What about Mrs. Potato Head? See what I mean?) Those Little People that come in a family their own house their own car –
And it's not necessarily the way you look at Jesus, But the way I don't. And it's not necessarily the way you know how to say every line, Of every prayer, At every mass, But the way I choose not to.
Two hands build a home. Two states' lips talk days of peace, ironically peace dies. Two hands shoot guns and make bombs, as our world breaks from our gifts.
Enter the Central District Observe the milling of hims and hers coming together to create a sea of indecipherable faces stretching out in front of me I am a pale rose careful don't step on me hello nice to meet you
He says he's replacing the Confederate Flag on his desktop With a picture of Me. I proceed to wonder if I should explain the irony of this, Or let him roll over comfortably in his quilted ignorance.
Do you hear that shh, listen closely Do you hear that shhh, listen closely Do you hear that sound the sound of a homeless man begging for beer, of children crying because mommy and daddy don't wanna hear
I look back at the few years in my life and I imagine what it would have been like to NOT have gone through what I did to become the person I am today. Mistreated. Abused.
Like a chain, a chain that Shackles her to her grave; Is this any different? Well, from shackles, she can be saved.
Living in confusion? I know who I like. She, her. She, her. Keeping to myself. I am judged by the judged, I am strangled by religion. Beat me up and break me down. I am still alive.
Fill my seams with lots of dreams Like Martin Luther King did Walk down avenues No need to be in school, at least not on this special holiday Because of that man That man there, we can do near anything
Like the earth beneath a popular tree, life is shaded. The existence of knowledge stands firm and strong, yet, some and many cease to acknowledge the light peeking through its leaves.
The people march to protest their oppressors Because they no longer want to be the lesser. They are motivated by the professors To not be the aggressors; The ones who fight first against the suppressors.
You are hurting her, more than you know. Cuz she won't admit it Her feelings won't show. You lacerate her, stroke after stroke then you kiss that bitch she's been broken.
Angel-Headed hipsters Lend me your ears For I constantly find myself wondering How many of us are really here? How many of us are truly living our lives
I rather be called handsome than beautiful I rather be called he than she And i rather you say his than hers Not miss but sir you don't know how it feels How it feels to feel this hurt
Discrimination Five syllables more venomous than a rattlesnake bite. More painful than a little girl not getting her kiss goodnight. We all know what it is, Yet we act as though the impact is nothing.
Gay? Lesbian? Bisexual? Straight? No, human whats so wrong about a man saying to another man "I do man" Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness granted to each person making us all equal
"with liberty and justice for all" Reciting this line everyday Do we even understand the meaning? Is our country based on a sham? Why make these declarations if they aren't even true.
The time passes by unnoticed is it leaving so fly it happens so quickly like the change that happens in or world from friends to enemies Is it because we are not alike why?the media changes who we are
Finding beauty in negative spaces Can be a trying test of your sanity But walking by, are a million faces Every one with a sense of vanity
Finding beauty in negative spaces Can be a trying test of your sanity But walking by, are a million faces Every one with a sense of vanity
There's something lurking in our schools, That's far scarier than ghosts or gouls. It's sitting there stalking you, Waiting for the teacher's cue. One little hour is all it would take
Peace Peace and love Peace and happiness Peace and freedom Peace and blessings Peace in the family Peace and positivity Peace and hopefulness Peace and joy
I am black, white, yellow, and brown. I am tall, skinny, short, and round. I am a follower of one god and many, I am an atheist from the 21st century.
I'm ready to get out of this small minded town people talk and preach but I never hear a sound They ask me what I want to be when I become a man Happy, but that's something they'll never understand
I was a pumpkin …once Grown and harvested in the richest soil My flesh could have fed My seeds could have rooted My life could have been meaningful But instead of enriching the potential I had,
To have humility is to think less Of ourselves ‘cause we are God’s creation Red, yellow, black, white, tell that to the press For the races received much damnation. Injustice is still there we need prayers
I watched a lady full of age Walk slowly down the sidewalk She walked as though there was pain in each step And I admired her determination She could have easily squeezed sympathy From anyone that she meet
He told me we weren't meant to be, I asked why, Glumly he said, "Look at us."
Once upon a time there was a man with a dream of peace, a dream of unity, a dream of equality, a strong dream.
After the storm comes the rainbow, Vivacious colors splitting the grey. After the clouds shines the sun, Shining light through the tears of the sky. Storms are alive, in you, in me, in the world.
Trapped. That’s how I felt. Living under oppression under someone’s thumb- Unable, incapable, inexplicably inept powerless.
Here we are Here we stand We are living out God's own plan We are the children of the dream I don't need another new year to start a change I am a change
A thirty-mile thick crystalline wall Shrouding all sight like a bride’s lacy shawl We chisel and chip at its translucent sides Revealing, bit-by-bit, it slowly confides The secret of perpetual motion
(poems go Love, a feeling, a sentiment, a knowledge.... I love her. Her scent. Her feel. Her touch..... She awakens me, and frightens me, as she lies next to me. My hand through her her hair.
Is a picture a picture if it's all just white? It’s just a blank canvas, that isn't right, Just sitting there, alone, without any life, And it sure ain't worth no pretty price.
My splattered blood dries over the newly cemented pavement where my head collided, after my back got soaked and bruised from the fire hydrant cause I'm fighting the tyrant of segregation. You can crush
The silence before a victory in equality parallels the silence after: it is alighted by those who barter their carved flesh for candle wax, Set afire for an enduring thread. A strand that interweaves the disgraces of the
Today is the day for change, Eyes up, Signs high, Voices loud, Jim Crowe has no hold anymore, Chains are crumbling, This is a revolution, We are more than 3/5 of a man, We are human,
Deep within a hot blistering day the trees swaying whilst the wind is array. The sun illuminates the slaves scared slays and America fails to open her young eyes.
There is little that makes sense in this world, But justice is something I understand. The equality of all men, And the celebration of each other.
I guess I was half-expecting the sound of fingernails to fill the room, but I decided to let myself drown in the silence sink to the bottom until looking up was my last option.
Bars, the social norm Keeping us in, keeping them out When will it end This nasty game they’re playing? But we wont back down, no The blood fueling our bodies with oxygen Is the same. We all feel the pain.
ALL MEN! EQUALITY! A great man once said. Hidden truth is just the Whites The Nobility The Just. ALL MEN! EQUALITY! Blacks are not included.
They said that lines were drawn because black and white can’t mix. They believed separate but equal could actually exist in states trying to step on and stamp out supposed
The cage is open But not to free me. To free me from the bonds That once held my cellmate Whom I expect now runs Far away from the hate
How can you see through the fog and the lies that surround your scarf You told one student he was going to Hell and another she was not feminine enough you told me that women have it easy
“Let freedom ring!” Cried Jim Crow Movements and martyrs, The power in the moment of the voice, long ago lost -stolen- Found again! X marks the spot
This is me, this is who I am. This is my life, this is my business. I respect you, and I respect your choices. Respect mine.
Love is love, It’s black and white. People are people, And these people don’t fight. But there’s a long road ahead.
Before, it was solid with no change Those, not content were looking to rearrange Although it seemed like nothing for a bunch It was the struggle for a checkered lunch
What they were called… Negroes. Stupid. Ignorant. Less-than. Inadequate. Niggers. What they really were… Citizens. People. Mothers. Children. Husbands. Workers. Human-beings. What they endured…
Represent The palm of my hands is the palm of yours Represent They represent these United State shores Comes the tall ‘n mighty stovepipe hat One of the world’s greatest diplomat
A movement defined by endurance and freedom that gives the heart motive
Black or white, colors fade to gray, we stand together, United as one, nothing can break determination, no one can stop our stride, equality is one small step,
Two little ones hand in hand running In the bright golden morning over Washington. Their counterparts dancing in the Pool of Reflection They were leaping and wheeling in the calm morning sun.
I see these signs that say white only for me, What it really means is you don’t know me, I’m all around you, Still this doesn’t bother you, We’re fools to see the only difference is the color we see.
If it wasn't for the magic when this universe was born- the gravity that held it down the sun that kept it warm
Racism why is it even here all it does is bring us tears Whatever happen to a world of peace its time we bring a new life lease We stand in unity to raise hope so that we may live in a place of harmony
We Stand as One Walking the streets to feel complete No more segregation We have now formed a whole nation With a man that had a dream That lead the movement to be free We stand as one.
Flawless sun kissed skin In infinite shades of brown. Beauty Sculpted by God Crafted in his favor.
Black boy (Hook) Last night Night before 24 robbers at my door I got up and let em in Hit em in the head with a rolling pin
I tack a portrait of you to the classroom wall --You-- Gorgeously lit in the the frame of a window Appear in the grays and blacks and whites of the photograph Peering questioningly at all who view You.
So is that who I am? To be stereotyped just from my interest. Is that who I am? The one who's labeled just for being me.
We were once a people. We taught together. We fought together, For freedom. Our people won. Black teachers, doctors, politicians. The sky was the limit. We were family. Daddy was always there.
It is the year 1896, And a black child born In rural Louisiana Sometime in 1865 Has just had her Thirty-first birthday. She should be happy-- Her newborn babe Is healthy and although
There goes that ribbon floating through the air. Her dress flowing in the breeze. She's curious, she wants to go, no violence does she see. "No, my child, you must stay here. For surely that's not for you.
To sit back and watch That is not how I do it I stand up and say aloud I am who I am A gay man I do not hide anymore I do not let words define who I am I stand amongst the crowd
To sit back and watch That is not how I do it I stand up and say aloud I am who I am A gay man I do not hide anymore I do not let words define who I am I stand amongst the crowd
I'll give my blood to keep your stripes red. You can keep your white, and I can keep my freedom.
Hate. The world I know of is filled with it. Is there anywhere where hate does not reside? Hate resides in the men who beat my father for the color of his skin. Hate resides in the policeman who arrested my uncle because he was black.
I want to live! Live without the suppression of who I am. Live without the regret of what I should be. Live without the tolerance of guarded emotion. Have a ritual of union Without my freedom denounced
I want to live! Live without the suppression of who I am. Live without the regret of what I should be. Live without the tolerance of guarded emotion. Have a ritual of union Without my freedom denounced
Brave hands of all shape, color, age, and size intertwine to form links of hope and light. Thousands saying, “Brother, sister, RISE, RISE! Stand for equality and join the fight!” But instead of easy victory,
With silence, we took our beating, harsh cracks and whips replaced with slurs and snide remarks. We stand in protest, holding hands in unity while they their voices carry-- sharp barks.
my fingers fit consummately in between his and when i rest my head on his chest it rises and falls in a perfect rhythm i feel closer to him then i have ever felt to anyone else and oh the things his mouth and hands create they remind me of what it
When you see a rainbow after a storm You can’t escape it It illuminates there in the sky for all to see Each color together in perfect harmony Now what would a rainbow be
Documentation without Emancipation
Stop for just a minute and see the vision of what the world could be a simple life led by light together we can do what is right.
Hate Me Judge Me Threaten Me Beat Me Lessen Me Fear Me You’ve never known me
Women are just a different type of man without one, neither would exsist. we both have two arms, two legs, and two eyes. two eyes that see few differences between us.
At first just yelling. Spiteful cries, Words like cleavers, Got under her fingernails, and the mahogany skin on her cheeks. And then the stones came, an ambush, penetrating deeper
Equality isn't real, some people don't even feel. Her I am sitting alone, looking for anyone to take me home.
African American did not have rights All of them suffered from the lies Until Martin Luther king Jr wasn't afraid of heights He stood up and put his foot down on there civil rights.
The story of then, The story of now, and then the story yet to be unveiled:
Tap-tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap. Yes I am angry. But you wouldn't know. Staring down at the floor, how could anyone tell? I clench my fists. Tap my foot. I smile. I say "yes, sir" and "yes, ma'am."
I am me and you are you. We didn't choose who could be who.
One heart, one mind All of our fates, intertwined Campaigns, rallies all for one cause Because we as a nation, belong under God Who made man in his own image Gave us the power to make our decisions
It is 1960 and there are two drinking fountains. Colored on the left, white on the right. A young black girl shuffles her feet forward slowly in line. They drag along the dirt and make lines in the ground.
I am pale as the moon in a sky of darkness White against the shadows of the night His skin is dark like a moonless sky But his spirit is forever bright
Hey there, pretty lady. That’s who I am tonight, Pretty Lady. Pretty Lady this morning Pretty Lady after this crap job Pretty Lady now
Nobody gone hold me down I am a man and constantly getting put down In this world I am surrounded by hate You take one look at me and discriminate Paying me the lowest of the lows
Hands planted on her lap, looking at the wrinkles Reminds her of the days she spent on her knees Watching the houses and the trees Looking so young but feeling so old She does her daily do’s Stirring and pouring
Why you so surprised? You thought change was gonna come But let me explain something to you History repeats itself And it’s just a matter of time Before you’re back in the fields.
Why am I so different? Confused by the color of my skin, I am ashamed. Though He says we should love everyone, but one does not love me. I am in pain.
Poor young man Just loving wasn’t wrong And still they took your life They said “You don’t belong”
His is Malcolm X, and it all started when;
Step, step, step— I walk the streets of Selma to obtain the unattained. Whip, whip, whip— The bone chilling voices of ancestors of plantation owners quiver down my spine. Bark, bark, bark—
There are people under the steeple Who can’t keep their eyes off the peep-hole. Why are their minds so weak and feeble? It’s misunderstood, so deem it evil. Mr. Man sits in Congress so regal,
Eyes blue, brown, and black Streaming tears of pride and hope Raising equal flags
Martin Luther King had a dream For his people to be freed To be able to walk into any place And be looked at beyond just race It wasn't easy but it was worth the chase Setting the groundwork for every other race
Years ago a flame was lit, a world divided, all people split. Moves were made by those daring few, some from bus seats, some from a pew. A line that divided was intentionally crossed,
DISCRIMINATION, that is a word that sliced deep into the hearts of many, pouring out the blood flow of confusion and a sense of deception. Just because my skin is brown and hers right beside me is white, we're different?
I was raised to hate the black man, To spit as he passed me in the street. I was raised to hate his wife, too, The woman I never thought to meet.
(Also sounds appropriate as a rap) "I had a dream" started all this buzz they said "it ain't fair" but they were right because--
For hundreds of years the black man has been crying with inner tears, striped from his manly dignity and identity, his self love has been ripped.
Who should define my race? Is it the man who auctions my ancestor from a stand and then lynch’s them on poisoned land. Who should define my race? Is it the person who label’s us because of the color of our face.
The Black man stands strong on the slave block being ridiculed and torched similar to King Jesus.
Living in the forlorn world of slavery, being discriminated against by some of the white race- due to my colored face.
Because of the pigment of my skin, they do not see me Since I am "different", I am separated And although they give many reasons I know that it is not because of My hair, or the way I dress, but
Yell at me, throw stuff at me I am allowed here Don't point over there Just because a word separates us We are the same
The sun began to set as little Johnny trudged on three hours ago he found out that his mother was gone. Dead by water maybe dog or cane but all johnny knew is they didnt even know her name.
Our world is not free. Freedom is to be equal in this world we share.
Executive Order for no order, Was a citizen now, an enemy all after a day that lives in infamy, Hawaii, California, West Coast, no longer. so called just desserts, in the desert
Equality A word so commonly used But not if you look at reality Black and whites can finally be happy Loving one another endlessly But what happens to us? Who want this so desperately
It was for our freedom that she fought Our suffrage, rights, autonomy Until her expression was brutally shot With the bullet of misogyny. This was not the end, she refused to eat
When Obama won they said it’s over. He won. He’s in. I say no. One triumph does not erase past sin.
Early in May our ride had begun, on May 4th,1961. The buses left Washington D.C. , and It wasn't what America wanted to see
The pen has hit the paper, the paper has been passed saying in the United States of America, slavery no longer lasts.
They call to me yelling shouting jeering And this— not my name never never My Name— is all everything I have known. Eyes, pale eyes— follow glance slide past me.
My Bones Ache My Hairs Grey My Pride is Gone Can I Rest Now? You Ask For My Seat I Say No My Hands Are Cuffed Can I Rest Now? We fight For Whats Right Boycotting Transportation
When February rolls around, I think of all of them. The brave strong men and women, who fought for my freedom. Not just Martin and Rosa, Little Rock too, But all those unsung heroes, just like me and you.
Our forefathers bled for us. They took the pain of being different away. They fought against the stubborn who would never allow black people to have rights.
Freedom is an essence we do not yet taste, Slavery is scarce, but rights we still chase. When will this hostility come to an end? When we die off into eternity's wind? We cannot yet feel the end of this flame,
We take for granted the freedoms we have The biggest freedom of all to some Are civil rights and liberty African Americans will stand on my behalf. We often do not look back at the past as if we were there
poetry far and wide isn't judged by color or size poetry isn't graded like a test poetry is graded from the chest.
It’s the stare that burns like fire upon skin The feeling like you could never belong hides within The tear that falls slowly releases the hurt It’s the hurt felt by generations
Everyday, every hour, every way I turn reminds me about the days, the ways, the people who paved this path so I can walk on
This sistah would like to say That finally Revolution is on its way Dig, my People? Just as the "New Negro" replaced the "Coloreds" Black is replacing the "New Negro" Shoot,
Sweltering day Solution: ice cream Fell into unwanted trouble Pain splattering across my back Anger biting my arm I hear laughing Nothing is funny
The pain they felt I cannot imagine They fought for rights With such great passion They fought for right With all their strength They fought to be equal To fight this hate The fight for rights
The pain they felt I cannot imagine They fought for rights With such great passion They fought for right With all their strength They fought to be equal To fight this hate The fight for rights
It isn't fair. It shouldn't matter what color your skin or hair. It's a type of insanity, a crime against humanity.
With our flags, banners, and voices, We march. With tired bodies, overworked minds, and children in our arms, We march. For our daughters, granddaughters, and future generations, We march.
They stand tall, They stand proud, Sadly they fall, Within a big crowd, On that day in ’65, In that month of March, We watch as some die, In the midst of a march
If that mysterious man of old awoke What tales would he tell? If that mysterious man of old awoke What praise would he sell?
Growing up, all I ever heard was how the "white man" would keep us down. How all they ever wanted to do was see me frown. How I was suppose to accept this as life truth and never enjoy the fruits of my youth.
I wish on broken stars... 'cause those bright ones give off too much light, too much light can be blinding and if i remember correctly becoming blind was never on my bucket list so, I settle for the dim ones instead.
I left the Home, a shabby lumbering shack, Taking only the clothes on my back And the chime of Symmetrical thoughts, And walking with Ambitious steps, Trampling the Dirty paths, and
In a time of hardship, Many fear the fight, Many face the fight, Going day by day struggling, Many face the fight, Trying to ignore the ignorant people, Many face the fight,
I love my civil rights, It helps to keep state laws tight. The 13, 14, and 15th amendment, How dare you try to suspend it! It protected my heritage race, Guaranteed freedom in any place
The darkness closes in. The bag is tight around my face. Breathing is difficult. Fear is choking. The light floods in "We're free," they say. Votes, buses, bathrooms, parks; We can all share.
A whistle to myself, I whistled a song, A song about a woman, frightened by the black night, frightened by what she don't understand, she calls upon the daylight, and then it comes,
A black woman, Rosa Parks, Refused the white man's way. To the police, the driver narks, to jail she went, and got bail anyway. The Montgomery Boycott sparks. Boycotting the buses, day-by-day,
All races equal. Black or white, we all must fight, Because it is right.
I felt connection there, my yellow skin flashing in stark contrast with the black in my right hand, the white in my left.
Why do you cry? I cry because I am a second-class citizen. Why do you feel that way? I feel this way because I am said to be no more than 3/5 of a person. How are you gonna feel better?
Darkness was all that was there Black, the color of a rising movement Hate, the feeling that overflowed the nation White, actions patterned with violence Hope, fuel for peaceful end to hate
Darkness was all that was there Black, the color of a rising movement Hate, the feeling that overflowed the nation White, actions patterned with violence Hope, fuel for peaceful end to hate
There once was a man who said, "I have a dream." This man's dream was to be more than what he seem. To not be classified simply by color, but to be equal by each other.
Lost soul Lost faces One Color Lost Races Here but not in existence, just traces Draws warnings on these spaces Knows but doesn't feel Wounded but never healed Eyes open or close they see
We walk, and hold our signs in the air. They're heavy. But nothing is more heavy than the unforgettable burden of being me---us.
Day by Day I look upon a street Watching and listening As kids are dancing to the beats
I love your brown skin I can't wait to see you again Again to see your brown skin Marred by the stormy weather discrimination Oh you know I love your brown skin Some will call you a yellow bone,
The breath that must withstand the agony of birth, as an innocent child enters the world, also is the air that cares for the stern man, who pays her no mind. Her careful hands cradle the baby bird,
People being treated unfair, Being judged for their race, For racism is cruel, This is why we now have Civil Rights, Freedom for religion, Freedom of speech, This is why we have laws,
Rejected Restricted No. Not anymore. Their voices need to be heard, not ignored No. Not anymore. They have suffered in silence Never to be truly complete Man and Wife? Accepted
Superior? Infereor? What are these words I hear? You assign them to races, To put them in their places
A century before, Not quite a distant enough memory brother fought brother on an all too familiar soil.
Nonviolence. The arrogant scoff and say to themselves as they rub their knuckles “What a sissy notion. What a waste of time.” Leafing through a history book, the pupils dilate
The Bible reads "All Men Are Created Equal" So why do you detest me so? My heart beats My brain thinks I have emotions Just like you. Why do you treat me so differently? I see on TV
Why does skin color matter? We are people, arent we? Black brown or white We differ but its alright
Faces dark and faces light, Hues so varied shining bright. Different colors God did paint, Beauty marked on every face. He decreed that all should love, Welcome, embrace, never shove,
I am a product of the Earth, much like you. My people blossom in the motherland, soaking in the bright sun. Our vines weave around the rough terrain, entangling in each other We grow in these dense fields.
How could individuals that look SO different coincide with one another? They said the brown animal could never be called a brother. On August 28, 1968, two sides making up a quarter million marched as one number.
Civil rights are right, right? Yes, indeed they are right, because it say so in the phrase, don't have an eyebrow to raise, because civil rights are right.
Centuries of oppression, Second rate, second-class existence, Judgment not by character but the color of one’s skin, Biting dogs and blasting hoses assault the dreams of decades,
The civil rights act of 1964, we stopped discrimination and ended the war. This was a dream, this was like heaven, counted on the vote of 73 to 27.
"And Justice for all" We say it everyday. They say it too They must, They do. But do they think of us of me, of you? No I dare say they do not. They only think of conserving
All or Nothing, Our neurons fire based on that principle All or Nothing, Our elders fought for that principle All or Nothing, All or Nothing, I keep repeating those words
Rights, not so civil, more like fights, and long nights, unending battles for the freedom, goals: we all yearn to meet them, we all strive to gain what's ours: equality. child of democracy,
Together we soar, Together we strive, Together we are great, Together we are alive; But not today, no, We have lost all equality, Judgments and discrimination, Create a growing fatality;
I hear the sound of guns "Bam" "bam" “bam” I hear the screams from afar The horrified screams like nails Nails screeching across a chalkboard I hear the sound of laughter As it fills the air
Gramma told me that it's bitterness that eats the soul, A bitterness one cannot control. But it is He who shed light, On all of those who were in a fright.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, not a definition of a physical substance. Beauty is a color, a multitude of colors, a sea of colors, a flowing serpent of delicious dangerous colors,
Love and Acceptance broke through the chains of Hatred and Prejudice. They fought long and hard and finally gained power, gained momentum; Equal Rights for every man, white or black or in between.
The wheels go round up an down, hear that sound? Not us. We're deaf. Deaf to life.
EQUAL rights EQUAL political freedom EQUAL social freedom EQUAL =
We're marching for our freedom and rights Picking up a righteous fight The streets are paved in black and white So join us as we march for our morning light
By the way things used to bug me is not the same way it bugs them but with euality and equity it bugs us all now; I know i wasn't able to do things they did but now i can do what they do
here they come, riding on the two buses that would have changed the world, here they come, the freedom riders here they come.
Back in the ‘60’s the movement began From Memphis to Selma the freedom trains ran Rallies and demos the fires did fan As civil rights came into focus
In a bus, in the city of Montgomery, A woman came aboard. Little did anyone know at the time, That this woman would change the world.
Death glides in on a wave of shadows. He stands silently, gazing o’er the crowd. There are Blacks, Whites, Asians, and more. The people are blind to the threat in their midst,
Dream, Dream That's all I ever knew I have a few Dream, Dream Don't you see We are one, not three Dream, Dream My skin is dark That doesn't mean I need a mark
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,
America Land of the Free, Home of the Brave, The Land of the Depraved and Enslaved Where voting is a universal right fought for by centuries of plight
Rosa, Martin, and I We agree, see eye to eye. Ain't we all equal? Ain't we all people? Susan, Sojourner, and I Also see eye to eye. “Ain't I a woman?” Just as good as any man?
Hi, I'm gay. And for equality I'm not afraid to fight. No, I'm not really gay. But I got your attention, right? It's not easy; we're not all raised the same way. We're all born different. Some black, some white,
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Imagine if in ten years we could all come together Together as one without any separation of any kind For there would be no color to tear us apart The issue of religion would not be among us to only start problems
I look around at the world of which I'm a part of, and then I always ask a simple question: Where is all the love? I cannot be at peace when people are not free. This is not how we were meant to be.
W…I…I…F…M… Can’t this acronym be a problem? What’s In It For Me? Not ‘she’, not ‘he’, not ‘we’ but ME
I want to be the smile that spreads across your face. I want to be the one that no one can replace. I want to be your dreams when your sleeping alone at night. It doesn't matter if they think it's wrong or right.
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
To be a woman in some ways more masculine than man To be a tree whose efforts bear no flowers nor fruit To be uninteresting, unattractive, and unloved To be showered with compliments and praise, and,
i never liked boys or pink things or babysitting or cleaning or Barbie dolls. i liked sweat and ripped jeans and books. i liked to face blank paper head on.
Two brave lovers Held hands with each other As they carelessly made their way home Neither had the intention Of being a victim When they took a shortcut into an alley unknown Suddenly from behind
i was born with no silver spoon in my mouth i'll make certain as i grow, my talents won't go to waste and head down south as a child, i encounter many hardships
Play our war drums. Allow the beats of this body, these bones to cover bruises held like a second skin from wars that lay out blue prints imprinted in between our hips.
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