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Poem Details | by Honestly J.T. |
Categories: america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,

One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.








©2013 Honestly JT


Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: beautiful, jesus, love, memory, poetry, prejudice, racism,

Lessons

Tiny little house at the edge of the yard.
A place where dolls gather and tea is served.
Little girls learn lessons about life.
Be kind, be sweet, love with all your heart.

High up in the tree, the fort is hanging.
A sign is posted, “Men Only” no girls allowed.
Young heroes are taught about life.
Be strong, be courageous, love with all your heart.

We go to church and school together, 
and learn about life’s lessons.
Places, where we should strive to remember,
Be kind, Be strong, Be Sweet, be Courageous.
Love with all your heart.

Poem Details | by The Lonely Poet |
Categories: love, peace, racism, usa,

Together We Can

Can the Ameri-can
Love the Afri-can
Can the Afri-can
Love the Ameri-can
Can we all live together as one?
Yes! Together we can

Poem Details | by Tom Quigley |
Categories: granddaughter, heartbreak, history, lost love, racism,

A Day In A Town

Evening. A harbinger, the breeze is redolent with petrichor. Soft rain begins. Across my bucolic demesne, I see My erstwhile dalliance’s town Ephemeral it was But such passion lives on That day A willow tree Where serendipity Turned propinquity to romance The epiphany of our love brought not Open doors, but a higher fence. Ancient love eons old Recalled from my wheelchair. Jade eyes Chocolate skin Casualty of hate. Granddaughter rolls me back inside Efflorescence crunches under the wheels Her eyes flit to the ebony Young man down the road Perhaps times change. Hope lives. 4/10/16


Poem Details | by Brad Nicolas |
Categories: death, love, morning, poetry, race, racism,

Blood On The Leaves

Blood on the Leaves

It makes me sad
To think, then mad
To be associated with them,
only by color.
You play us like they judged that man.
The blood on the leaves;
Warm and full of life.
Don’t put that on me, Ricky Bobby.

We lost someone today.
Sad is all this is,
Pushing us 100 years in the past.
I can’t imagine that town’s shame.

Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: angst, break up, change, character, conflict, funny love, racism,

INDIFFERENCE

[In High School, this took place].

The White Boy said (excuse my French), if I fall in love with V’lena, I would be a 
     buffoon.
     
V’lena stated if I denied my love for Butch, I would be a damn fool. 

At once, both responded you are a racist.

{These are all lines from my Senior Play}.

Indifference 
     The Title
______________________________|
Penned on May 24, 2014!

Poem Details | by Clay More |
Categories: love,

NO RACISM

We have to accept every religion with respect and open arms.
It seem like we are here to eat, make good and then to die;
Getting hate, fighting wars over religious made covens:
We stand far from seeing love, peace or acceptance;
If we can’t live up to appreciate others for whom they are;
Where then do we go?

Poem Details | by GERT WEWEGE |
Categories: abuse, care, christian, discrimination, love, racism, sun,

The Same Sun

Our lives are passing by and we look down
Someone with holes in their shoes and we frown
People are so different, city and town
Even if you wearing rags or expensive gown

All our hearts pump the same red
Some of us are lucky to have bread
Cold winter nights in a warm bed
Others living like, the walking dead

Our hearts have gone to stone
Every breath we take is on loan
Regardless your palace or time-zone
Is everyone too afraid of the unknown

After all is said and done
And caring less for everyone
In the long run
We are all under the same sun

Poem Details | by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: beautiful, color, love, racism,

Gold

When I close my eyes...
I can't see the 
Color of his skin.
But he feels like 
The color
Gold-
Tastes like
The color
Honey-
Sounds like
His breath is
The color of 
Light.

Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: art, imagery, life, racism, society, urban, world,

Love is on the edge

I live in a town bursting with all kinds of people;
humans who break shops and groceries in broad daylight;
attempt to put explosives inside a school bus;
hate Zionism to the deepest Swastika core;
people who see life revolving only around them.

I live in a town which feels as though you are sleeping on a yogi’s
bed, filled with pointed nails;
love is becoming thinner each day, though I am still carrying a spark
of compassion to the townsmen stuck on a roller-coaster 
heading to the abyss of dark reality; co-existence is a very hard vocabulary

Love is on the edge……

Poem Details | by lol nm |
Categories: cry, horror, how i feel, hurt, i love you, inspirational, racism,

The Guy in the Empty Desk

You're next to my crush
the love of my life
you shouldn't sit there
that spot isn't yours

IT'S MINE!!!!!!!

Give it back to me 
you don't deserve it
I  him
I deserve it

Give.
It. 
Back.

Poem Details | by edward johnson |
Categories: africa, bible, black african american, i am, i love you, jesus, racism,

Being Black

I do not have a problem being Black
God made me Black
I was made in his image
I thank you, God

Poem Details | by edward johnson |
Categories: bible, black african american, dark, first love, islamic, racism, world,

Demons

Demons
       Love
Their
       Own

Poem Details | by TS Lewis |
Categories: black african american, inspirational, love, race, racism, together,

Black and White Affair

With so many black and white
divisions, how many of us are willing to take a photo with someone of other?
The majority will raise their hands, but show
me a photograph with us cheek to cheek,
skin on top of skin, and that is when real healing will begin. Don't say you love me,
if you aren't willing to let the essence of who we are blend. 

We are a bankrupted people. Financed by our prejudices. Sell me on the idea of how rich we could be, by you touching me. You can not know me, if aren't willing to hold me. Sometimes I wish we could have a black and white affair. Your skin and mine.
 

Poem Details | by Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble |
Categories: beauty, children, culture, discrimination, friendship, love, racism,

Why Does The Colour Of One's Skin Matter

Read all about it
Black is a colour
Its not who I am
White is a colour
Its not who you are
I am, who I am
You are, who you are
I see a person
Who do you see
I have two eyes
Two ears, a nose and a mouth so do you
When we bleed the rivers pour red
When we hurt our hearts go cold
When we are angry we all yell
When we are happy we rejoice
When we give birth we are overwhelm
Your children are like my children
Why is the colour of our skin so important.

Poem Details | by Mia Moore |
Categories: death, love, racism, religion, symbolism,

Pulpit

The body and the blood
are of those who inched on their bellies
underneath barbed wire
and never lived to be born again.


Motherlands shackled at the feet of their Fathers.
Who mourns at their whitewashed bones?
Bleached by the desert Son,
Marked with unnamed crosses, they scream the names of Holy Ghosts.


In the silence, my thighs part like the Red Sea
my borders unguarded,
she drinks me
like wine at the last supper.

Poem Details | by Chris Jim |
Categories: discrimination, hope, love, poverty, racism, universe,

Less Human

What if my ears were deaf to music 
And I was born without fingers,
Would it make me any less human?

What if I eat of the streets
And have no place to lay my head,
Would it make me any less human?

What if I was born away from home
And have no one to call my own,
Would it make me any less human?

What if I had no rover, but only legs
To range over lands,
Would it make me any less human?

What if I never make profit 
And poverty wears me like a skirt,
Would it make me any less human?

Poem Details | by Joshua Popoola |
Categories: color, i love you, love, race, racism,

Insecurities

Beach glasses and hourglass
One of those classic ones
One step I take towards you
Two steps backward

Sun rays blinded you from me
Or me from you
Thoughts clouded my vision
Maybe a skin too nightly

Bloody insecurities mutilating 
This poor soul of mine
As it writhes in hunger
Desperate to be noticed

A poem I wrote
And walked boldly up to you
Fall you did
As my words were read

On my bed I lay
A lovely dream, I sigh
Peering through my window,
I see you walk by.

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: racism,

Magpie and Crow Love

Raymond Magpie fell in love with a crow.
When she was around, he was a glow.
It cannot be true!
Said Mother Prue.
I will bring him home by his big toe.

So she did what she said she was going to do.
She dragged Raymond Magpie by his left shoe.
There he stays
Pinning his days
Wishing his mama was not a racist shrew.