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These days when one googles: bigotry; One face shows up, not by hypocrisy, Not by accident. This is a darn travesty.The leader of such a wonderful countryShould not be carrying this ugly baggageOf bigotry, racism, and hate.
The race of racesshould be delayedat least a century or soor until we findthat finish line,a place where nobody knows.
The challenge we makefrom our own mistakescould be the reasonthere’s so much hate.
If the world never turnedand the tide never roseand all of the clocks had stopped,where would we bewhat would we doif bottoms all turned topped?
Your condolences are not welcome Your condolences are not accepted When you lynched, humiliated Suffocated, and killed a person
A racial statementIs neither a political statementNor a controversial statementIt is a human statementBlacks are human beingsWhites are human beings
About the public execution of Brother George Floyd, I am very mad, very angry
Many people don't like to be controversial
A few wise widows wonder,While sitting at their windows;They asked this thorny question:'Who started the very first wars? 'Nobody cares to give a rapid answer.Amidst the commotion and confusion,
Blacks have been killed for centuries By racist nincompoops. These days, racist cops And other slimy creeps are caught on videos
This is a new Jim Crow era, a new ugly system of Apartheid Is going on in America, a crime that we're unwilling to hide. We've been to the mountaintop. We know, for sure, how it is
For eight minutes and forty six seconds, George Floyd Could not breathe. Brother George’s was strangled
Voter suppression should be treated as hate crimes The racist legislators, who want to restrict or discourage Minorities from voting should be treated as sleazy slimes.
When Blacks or other minorities rightfully complain About mistreatment, abuse, inequity and injustice After being profiled and persecuted by the racists
You wake up in the morning, terrified to leave your home ‘cause you know someone will shoot you if you’re out on your own. You contemplate wearing that black hoodie in your closet,
Dear America, You call yourself great, but you’re built on ignorance and hate. Your flag colors are red, white, and blue, but show us your real colors; don’t hide the truth.
Tale as old as time Sad as it may seem Privileged white man Only takes a stand When it’s for his team Different is bad
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.
America is a beautiful hypocrite. It offers greatness, but only for the ones that are worthy. The mothers who break their backs and fend for their children, only to find their hands come up empty;
Lovely that we get to live here. Grateful for the hard work of someone else, For Chance
I look across the silent room Every chair is overturned My stuff is strewn around the floor And everything is still The phone sits off its hook
A world divided by race, A people shackled by hate, For if there is bigotry, Then there is no liberty. Although we are different, We are all significant. Do not fear difference,
You look at me from across the quiet café
Why do you hate me? Is it cause my skin is the same color as the trees? Is it cause my eyes are a little smaller than yours? Or cause I hug and kiss just a little bit more?
I think involuntarily upon a distant shore, That placard of choice is miles away – Sweet child, I wanted more Than tranquil hope speckled with a superfluous sea, Gaspard knew before us all of the tremulous roar
They sang in solemn tunes, Their voices sweet and tender; 'Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home.' They had come a long way to get to that day; Prejudice shook their right hand,