Best Minority Poems
As they say, “Where there’s smoke, there is fire”
In this case it is certainly true
For a people who once ruled so many
find themselves more in place of the few
For so long they have led with a vengeance
but the tide has now started to turn
The majority finds itself strangely, on the fringe of a party that burns
They arrived from the sea with a mission
Took the land and its natives by force
With their muskets and weapons of killing
t’was a violent beginning, of course
Then they sailed overseas with their weapons
for they needed a country to build
There they found what they sought in another
and the blood of the innocents was spilled
Man-made laws justified the enslavement
as they bartered for precious ‘black gold’
Never needed a currency system as the humans were bought and were sold
Generations of slaves built the country
all their blood soaked the land that we share
As the children were ripped from their mothers
they survived on their will and a prayer
But the winds that bring change were upon them
and the nation was soon torn in two
So they fought to the death with their weapons
From the blood and the ashes we grew
Many more later died seeking justice
slowly gaining new rights never known
To these giants we owe our freedom
and in time we have certainly grown
But in spite of our laws and our freedoms
there are many who hold onto fear
As they honor their ancestors’ visions and the power they once held so dear
All their talk of a government body
who will come and will take guns away
Truth be told it is not what they’re fearing
but a country that’s changing to grey
As the races are coming together
the majority slowly will wane
As descendants of those once in power
feel the strength of minority gain
In their hearts they are mourning the passing
of a time which has long-ago gone
And the power they had over others
now a reckoning is born in the dawn
So they scream out the 2nd Amendment
wrap themselves up in red, white and blue
But their time, like their fathers’ is ending
A majority rises anew.
Today I decided to write you a letter.
Honey I know that life is hard, and sadly it won't get better.
The world is not a friendly place
Some people will dislike you because of the melanin dancing on your face.
They will call you names, and I know that it hurts.
But no matter what they tell you, always know your worth.
Because statistics don't make you,
So please don't let the words of envious people break you.
Dear Minority you are wise beyond your years.
Such a beautiful soul, that has cried too many tears.
It's okay for you to be happy, and make your dreams come true.
You deserve to do and be more than what's expected of you.
People can be insufferable, but don't let them change you.
Because when victory is yours, they will remember all the pain they caused you.
Dear Minority you don't have to be lonely when you're alone
Look at it as a time to advance, a time to grow
Because self education is the key
To understanding who you are, and molding you into who you are going to be.
One would think that the feeling of being a slave would create understanding
One would think that racism would die off and cease to overtake our surrounding
Equality has become but a faint memory buried with a man Africa once so greatly looked up to
Labels still floating around, separation amongst people. All subject to the race or ethnic group they belong to
Don’t you think there was a little furry passed with a law?
Just a little vengeance kneaded in, tables turned, no longer holding the short end of the straw?
So arose the system with a pretty name “Affirmative action”.
5-1 the number of bullets in the gun gradually making a subtraction
Acquiring our positions based on our skin colour instead of based upon or level of education
Supressing the “Suppressors” with lethal repercussions and lack of evaluation
So carry on placing the one colour above the other, turning us against each other until the streets run red with anarchy
Then hypocritically teach your kids about equality, living one foot in and one foot out of controversy.
One would think we as a nation would learn from a neighbouring sunken country. Stay united and grow far beyond expectation
One can only hope for these lines to be erased, for skin colour, gender and religion factors to be cancelled out and do away with exaggeration
The world is the way it is and shall remain as such, the universe will be the way it should be keeping the balance as top priority
So even if I cannot change the world. With my words I keep spreading the love! One of the minority.
What I believe is what is.
Not some metaphysical ideal,
Nor a political fizz.
It is honest sensible and real.
It’s about my friends, relatives and yours,
The ones we haven’t as yet met,
And won’t because we’ve closed those doors,
And what we have is all we get.
Look at it all and what do we see,
gods of currency, power and lust.
A world licentious, not free,
envy, pride, hatred and distrust.
Where are our heroes to save us?
The lovers and poets and sensible writers,
The Ghandis, and Kings to lead us.
The loving, in God trusting, evil fighters.
Without those potential God given heroes in this darkened world,
to reveal His light shining under that politically barred door…
Those precious living flags will never be unfurled,
Our young friends in their wombs are worth fighting for!
Educated Minority
We are an educated minority.
Why? Because some black kids aren't get’n it and some teachers aren't giv’n it.
This has got to change because its no fun to see classmates that I know are smart get left in the dark.
Teachers have got to see something beautiful in you and me.
Yes we’re loud, yes we’re funny, we roll our eyes and our neck but that doesn't mean we don’t give a heck.
We are who we are and we want to learn but instead they give us books we can’t
identify with but must struggle to read until our eyes burn.
Talk to us in terms we understand so we can show our ability to truly comprehend.
Give us tests that talks about things I know and love not things that make me shrug.
For instance instead of saying “One day Johnny and Jimmy went to the store and bought apple seeds to plant in the lovely garden they needed 5 bags of seeds each bag cost 6 dollars how much do they have to pay?”
Instead they need to use “Bonquisha went online to buy some Brazilian for her sew in in total she needs 6 bags of 22 in each bag cost 5 dollars how much does Bonquisha need to pay get her hair done.
Why do we need this type of structure? Because kids attention span is short when it comes to math.
You teachers need to learn how to lead us down the right path.
I'm doing this writing because we should be your priority.
We as African Americans are the educated minority.
People today are so self obsessed
So wrapped up in themselves
Banging on about THEIR rights
THEIR civil liberties THEIR freedoms
They have forgotten about the people
Who fought and died to win them
Paul was at the office when the
first atomic bomb fell and when
Muntz TVs replaced console radios
and the first man landed on the moon.
He saw the first big computers trucked in
and locked in a top-secret room.
Paul was an accountant for 50 years
but the day came when he was told
he was part of a reduction in force.
Two guards carried his boxes out.
They told Paul in the parking lot
he was the only one reduced.
Donal Mahoney
We find ourselves in different shelves in life to shape and sharpen thoughts
Thinking for a greater tomorrow just to breath the fresh beat of earth
Thunder strikes creating lighting to capture images that would last for Gods
Miming our moves as we elevate invention that was innovated by sin
Sinister mystery laying differently like last crast for peasents
Scrubing for more bread to eat to tick for tomorrow
Loosing hope soul attracted by soil splash flash dashed to the last inch of whiskey
Hearing whisper commencing prophecy plants combined to formulate a form of answer
Swearing for forgotten days to play
Oh child find what was made for us tomorrow to pledge probably gaze all bubbles nibbled through the wall
Who is this fancy face phased with the atmospheric figment
Waiting to be tint in colours of rainbow
Bow to vowl historical metaphor
Finding improper fraction fusing the leftover gas
Past hindered through the hour glass are the days of our lives going to be like this
Drilling drops of unravelling all travelers camping all army.
Ash N.N
I forsake my curse, cause' the red wine, be bitter of my blood, from this "tree" vine, but no
bee colonized by themselves like me, like me my buzz was cut off, and I imitated what I
saw, connecting hives to honey, giving kindness for petunias, and compassion for tulips,
and all I plead is to have a "buzz" for when no buzzing leads to doubt, but Queen Bee doesn't
even admit to withered summers, when honeysuckle was free amongst workers lips, so
please! please!, submit my heart mind and soul for lacking laborers, and no lips give honey,
from suckle never to me, and now she tells me "always accept your position where you are
at little bee," so I happened, just a springs yawn to fly away, don't you know, "honey-
child", no one would eat biscuits and miss a sting from molasses, ha ha ha!!! I flew away,
seas to end where mountains trace sins, I flew away and gave away all my pollen
The devil asked me
Where're you going to join
The minority or the majority
I said the right side
The devil asked me again
Which is the right side
The majority or the minority
I repeated the same answer
The right side of course
The devil said why are you so stupid
I said I came from a world of ambiguity,confusion and hegemony
Th devil said oh I see
I would like to join you
To see this wonderful world
The devil then followed me back to the earth
And suddenly I woke up in fright
To find that a devil
Has already resided in my heart
A long time ago
As I used to force myself
To follow and choose the majority
Since a long time ago
Oh, what rapture and what joy the first woman VP.
Oh, what rapture and what joy she's Asian- American
Oh, what rapture and what joy she's African-American
Beauty, grace, and power all rolled into one
It's a new day dawning, I am hopeful it's a greater day
This is a day of hope not just for little brown girls and boys
This is a day of hope for all whom believe in equality
We have a long way to go but today proves that love is possible
Today proves that change is possible and greatness too
I only hope that all will be well with us all
I only hope that we will once again raise up and work towards being a Godly nation
That we will strive for the justice and peace our founding forefather's worked towards
May every American find the inner strength to be great it's not too late
May we learn to live , love, and work together as one
May we never give up on truth or on what's right
May we learn to serve each other with delight
Lord Jesus help us all repent and do what's right.
Minority
Being with brute force in one,
And a helpless other for some,
Treating those who need care,
Will be your cure everywhere.
Mutual respect never exists,
As being in numbers always persists,
We have reached that ugly state,
Where we enjoy other's fate.
What have we become,
Shamelessly enjoying the sorrows of some,
It might be we someday,
Begging other's mercy in a way.
We want the guy up to be neutral,
But we love our thinking feudal,
We are all minorities somewhere,
With fear of staying in another's lair!????
Ramnath.A
I vote every election;
Wonder if my voice is ever heard.
I served in the services;
Sometimes my treatment was absurd.
I pay my bills on time,
And I abide the law.
Seems sometimes being an American minority
Is the major flaw.
I still lift my pride,
and my head high.
I fly the Eagle's colors
Every Fourth of July.
I was born in this place
Called the "Land of the Free",
Seems sometimes being an American minority
Is all I can be.
I will be a citizen here
Until the day I die.
I give allegiance
Every single day I rise.
I salute the soldiers,
Because I hear "Reveille";
Seems sometimes being an American minority
Is as American as me.
Nationalities come
Nationalities grow
Where coffee's come
More nation's grow
To see them now
we feel they've left
What home for them
was far and blessed
So how can they
be coffee friend
To all our country's
hate at them
For leaving home
when we want too
For home a love
We stare at you
And some still know
that home is there
You can say they come
and fare
Though death for one
has you to aim
Your hate; your friend
you feel the same
When all who say
you're not alone
Know home for call
is there and own
What you will have
as loving ground
Of friend close by
and top of sound
To hear the heart
of he who says
I love you for
the ones I'm pressed
To be as home
where chairs will sit
On solid ground
with closeness pritt
MINORITY NOT NONENTITY
We're the minority not nonentities
We aren't helpless persons deserving of pity and charity
So Include us in the mainstream education and employment
We don't really need your sympathy
You will see the beauty of our lives if only you treat us with empathy
You speak different languages once that may be alien to you
But that doesn't change you. I am or what my personality is
Signing is my language that links me to my friends and those you want to understand me
So don't call me "disabled" just because you don't understand my language.
We are caged up by this unfriendly environment
Which has caused our restriction other than our impairment
Give us mobility skills like you were nurtured on how to walk
Clear the barries that have created unsurmountable walls in our path
And we will reach our destination with our crutches and canes
It doesn't matter if am without a leg or arm
Whether I can see your colourful robes or hear your loud sounds does not count
What is important is my capability and not my physical looks.
So don't besmirch our reputation by referring to us with demeaning names
We go in search of white colour jobs but our disability paints us black
Our certificates are given a glance but their eyes refuse to see past our appearance
Yes we are we with a disability but that is not inability
So stop seeing us helpless or vulnerable
Your freedom ends where our freedom starts
So this time we are seeking RIGHTS not RICE