Best Slurs Poems
-------*To be read in true Italian Mafia voice....--------
I wanna meet the wise guy.
You know, the pai·san gettin' cute with the Soup!
Cuz' the CAPTCHA preview characters keep throwin' me insults
like GOOF,
DOOF,
and POOP!
At foiwst', no offense was really taken...
'till the vulgarities became evident to me;
and this schmuck starts slappin' insults at me
like: PMSR,
VAGP,
and U 8 ET
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*(all characters are based upon actual characters given to me on the soup)
On writing and wirds
Misspellings and slurs
A contrived poem is like a woman in love she wants more than she deserves
and never gets enough
But seems satisfied with love if she has heart. there is two types of women one
cold and one hot. one gets love the love inside the other does not.
Guess which one ewe aer to me today
The one that loves the one that has the one that satisfies herself with me.
The ewe that feeds my love with kiss and want she is the one eye want yes ewe it
is ewe so hot for me mye want.
Mye dear roe deer she is ewe.
All of the sudden this lump in my throat begins to swell,
I want to scream cry and yell.
As I hear your ignorant slurs toward people of color.
What makes you so perfect to speak down on an entire race?
Why does it matter the color of skin on my ancestors face?
So many people have fought for equality,
To rid the minds that one specific nationality has more purity.
We are one big melting pot.
Purity in the heart is the only thing that should be sought.
It saddens me to feel the prejudice in your heart.
I wish I could have seen your hatred from the start.
Expectations
No rest
No time to breathe
A weight on your chest
Nothing less than excellence
Even that's not enough
A world that tells black people
That even if you follow the rules
You are still not good enough
Because as long as your black
They will always have the last laugh
In a world that preaches equality
It sure is a hypocrite
From young we are taught that life is a test
That no matter how hard we work
We will always be seen as less
Even with perfect scores we still come last
A crooked system used to keep us at the bottom
A crooked system used to make sure our life is a struggle
A box with no key deprived of freedom
Locked in with chains so we can't outshine them
Doing everything in their power
To watch us sink
In an ocean that steals our breath
Drowning in a watery abyss
A constant fight to stay afloat
Whilst they just stare at us
A fight that isn't fair
The water keeps us suppressed
So everytime we open our mouth
The water sinks our words
Just like everytime we try to speak
We are labelled dramatic
All this happening whilst the weight of their hate
Slowly drowns us to death
In a world that claims progression
The education system sets us back
Policing black children
Whilst holding us back
So all the white kids can succeed
Then tell us we will never amount to anything
That all we are good for is a prison sentence
Drilling inferiority straight into our chest
To make sure discrimination is the only education we will get
The only lesson received is how racism will never end
The syllabus being slurs and all the different ways we are hated
Buy something they seem to forget
Is we have legacies of strength
We are stronger than the hate that you threat
You push us down and yet we continously get up
We are made of tungsten the strongest element
You think you can break us
Your hate will break instead
You try to steal our breath
But our oxygen tank is unlimited
We are here for the long run
You'll just have to get used to it
We are here to stay
And we will never let you forget
every word she utters maligns, defames and shames
she slurs, slips, and slanders
an expert, she tears down and villainizes
people she knows and people she has never met
no one wants to sit next to her at dinner parties
no worries
she is no longer invited