Best Stereotyped Poems
"La Voz"
La Noche sin agua --- I spill my loving lips
Dancing, laughing, and celebrating life
I am his queen, aka' dulce Nina
A night he must not forget
Lunesta ... Suave ...
He savors every moment;
Then questions my capabilities
Suddenly I feel like a refugee in my own house!
History and bad company, repeating itself
He wants to ruin the beauty of leadership
America on top, Latinos on the bottom
"Legally," he says, he'll welcome me
Law-abiding, I pass the proper speech
Stereotyped every time I share my race
Casting my poor nationality under the Rio Grand,
A wall too tall, in which my people continue to build
After I give him my all
Children, love, support
The best tortillas in the house
He offends a lifetime of memories
I'm a skillful woman, I dance with no music
I love to work, I take the field
Picking cotton, like there's no tomorrow
I will continue to paint rainbows
And enjoy every color in my garden.
Today, I've forgotten what Mexico looks like
However, that does not cut him from
accusing my race of planting too many trees
Calculating, calling Latinos criminals,
Forgetting his sin, he wants to win
Insinuating we're robbing the American Dream
This is where I belong!!!
Go ahead and build more republicans
I'm already on the side I want to be
Born and raised in the USA
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In times where eyes are fixated at your sins,
judgment trolls in deceptive double standards.
When pointing fingers nobody really wins,
there's no joy in being defamed and slandered.
Swimming in an aquarium full of fins,
sharks will bite your flesh then leave you abandoned.
Scars will bleed with pain making you feel brittle,
hard hearts will laugh with insults that belittle.
Afraid of exposure honest souls retreat,
when their character's stereotyped by lies.
Frenemies hide behind a mask of deceit,
their envy is an embarrassing disguise.
Decline the pedestal they place on your feet
emancipate from enslavements that chastise.
Stay clear from those who act like a spirit thief,
growth from ignoring spite gives you self belief.
You have been lurking into my temple
Doing not so nice things but still I am
Strong trying to receive my wings
I have been raped, cut, molested, and killed
But still I live
I have been harmed in many of ways
Taken from my body day by day
But still I survive
I am a victim in this society
But still I strive
I have been desecrated and tortured for my women hood
But I am still human
One that has been born
Torn through this emotion
But still I am a child on this earth
But I have been abused and taken from my worth
I am terrified for my territory
I am marked in this village of manipulation
My dignity taken
But still I thrive
I reach out to tell others
That you are blessed because
You could be the one waking up with nothing left
Your family, your friends, your body, your life
Could just be taking away
Or maybe you could be the one selling your body everyday just for your rights
I am stereotyped, threaten, and abused
My body has been walked over and reused
If only you new
I want knowledge but I have to ask
I want to vote but I cant
I have to live in this cage that I can’t escape
But still I stand strong
And I wait
I'm tired of seeing
racism.
I'm tired of being
stereotyped, when
we don't even know
each other.
I'm tired of being
hated on, because
I talk different...
I walk different,
I look different,
I dress different.
Underneath
we're all the same.
One race
the human race.
Why can't everybody
get along, there's good
in all of us if we give each
other the chance to coexist
as equals.
Instead some of us
rather discriminate,
judged for the color
of our skin.
This is the type of
world we living in,
a world living in sin.
And I pray for a change,
cause if the world ended
today...
Not many of us would
rest in peace with hate
in our hearts.
It's time we all unite
as one, and eracism.
Let's make this world
a better place to live
in.
Written by: Poet Shi
Stereotyped,
The lady-like wife
That unwritten law
Of domestic life . . .
I want to dust in the nude
And cook wearing leather
I want to be very crude
With one pink feather
I want to pant down the ‘phone
As you smile at your boss
I want to scream loud and moan
Bite, scratch, claw and toss
I want to know there’s still passion
For your lady-like wife
Not contentment but hot fire
In domestic life
You know I love you my darling
So much more than the cat
Just climb up on the wardrobe
We haven’t tried that!
Girl what are you scare of?
Do I represent everything you pretend not to be?
or is it just jealousy?
With your lies you smear my name
but don’t expect me to break down and cry
or to hang my head down in shame
I will always hold my head high
Keep thoughts beyond the sky
I am stronger than you will ever know
I have never lived on the streets of regret
chasing away memories I desperately want to forget
I learn from my mistakes
I don't dwell on heart breaks
I have no illusions of myself
I never lie to me or pretend to be
someone else
I may not be the cheerleading type
or Ms. Popularity but I am proud of who I am
I will make apology for been me
I am not jealous of things you do
because I never aspire to be like you
So why won’t you let me be?
Aren’t you tired of criticizing me?
I don’t need you or anyone else
to validate me
because I know who I am
I am strong, beautiful and proud
I am me!
Try as you might
you can't change my identity
I can’t pigeon holed or stereotyped
because God made me from a special mould
He is the only one who has total control over me
I aspire only to be the best of me
I am me!
I am Ebony …….
A Black Woman, the most Disrespected person in america
I am Strong, I am Intelligent, I am Aware
I the Black Woman, have Power and Grace
I see with my Heart because the eyes are Blinding
I see the Ignorance and Injustices like I see Life
My Life, one of a Warrior, a Survivor
I am a CoCo Goddess
A Queen, Uplifting and Divine….. Supreme
Just a Black Woman No…. why so simple?
A Creation of Complexity and Uphoria
An Artwork, A Framework, Yes
The Black Woman is Royalty
#BlackLivesMatter
#BlackGirlsRock
The Executive Leadership Council
It’s time for the Kings to support the Queens and visa-versa
Empowerment for the Conquerors
Our flesh like Brown Sugar
A Symbol of our Native Homeland
Black, a word with such meaning
Brown Skin, Diamonds, Priceless ....
Melanin for Sale! $365 a piece!
Prominent.
We are the faces of A special People
Our Presence Warm and Inviting
The blood within us Thick and Potent
Years of Freedom?
Oh yes, Freedom of the Mind And Spirit
The Body…..???
Suffrage and Struggle are upon it
Though, we shall be resurrected
Looked down upon and Belittled...
Stereotyped and made fun of…
But a force to be reckoned with
For we are the True Messiahs
Like Maya Angelou
I will Rise
Like Angela Davis
I’ll change what I don’t accept
And like Lauryn Hill
I have passion
And I will not falter
For I Am Ebony
Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago)
My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa
And now this puny earthquake I felt in Tanzania.
I saw every thing waltz to and fro and lightly shake
Bottles turned ballerinas dancing slightly to the quake
I watched glass decors on the walls quiver and jolt
Scaredy me was half asleep, no wonder didn't bolt
I thought I was dreaming or imagining things
My bed and chairs converted into gentle swings.
All vials and vases
jiggled to dance a jig
The lil horrors over
So I cast humor's wig
Ah when began rattling, the knick knacks on my dresser
Was when it dawned upon me in horror
That this was really an early dawn tremor.
I phoned some friends but those early risers
Hadn't even noticed or felt those tremors
I bet they thought I was spreading false rumours
After all poets are stereotyped as fanciful philosophers.
My cell phone keypad became my panic button in a flurry
Of course I wanted all to be alerted, alarmed in worry
Nobody believed me until it was announced in our mosque
And every body was then called by muezzin to pray the signs prayers
Then every body knew the tremor was no hoax
Some patted me for being the first to notice this shaking of earthly layers
Of course I thanked God this was no major earthquake
I've heard in other places how terribly the earth can crack and shake
Who else but God could I owe my heartfelt gratitude
For this being my 2nd low power tremor in magnitude
As it measured low on the Richter scale
based on the seismic waves' amplitude
But the earth was shaken and I too was shaken
No pics of the shivering axis were taken
Todate runs down my spine such a shiver
On recalling how the mother earth did quiver
I have seen videos of earthquakes where the earth juggles things
like a salt shaker
May God protect us from such a waker and breaker
You see I say things in segments
or incraments. The word usage
that rhymes and makes sense it's
significant
I still remain a participant to an
extent of the Black focus even though
many think that we remain hopeless
Human beings make a scene to try
to define me, but I remain unseen
like the sixth man on an Indina Pacer
team, but I hope one day that this will
all just be a dream
I caught up to my pedestal to adopt
the hard rocked hip-hop, jumped to
the top of the game like a juggernaut
so maybe I better stop
The real lyricist slash spiritualist
transferred his heart with a dart by
his cleverness
I pray one day that my philosophy has
gotta be the truth within the making
rather than a dream to become a reality,
but the black experience needs more
camaraderie, because right now we are
stereotyped as a mockery
I sense a pain far more worse than a
mental illness, so low that a solo artist
couldn’t fulfill this
Subside from the anger building deep
within the introverted stranger
Yeah, I’m making blatant statements to
save us from hating the fact that the
righteous suffer, ain’t it complacent?
Service workers wearing fake smiles perform for the customer. Catering to their needs; pretending. Insecure bosses put the pressure on making it known that you are replaceable. Treated as a number, employees wear name tags. Told what to wear and that opinions don't matter. Corporate policies drive the machine and the answer lies in the picture book. Great emphasis put on consistency, resulting in robotic behavior that is rewarded. Individuality is highly discouraged. In matching uniforms to represent a company; divided into groups and stereotyped. A job well done is expected without acknowledgement but mistakes are called out from the other side of the window. Two faced co-workers throw you under the bus and get tongue tied when confronted. It's obvious that their own insecurities drive such behavior. The bigger person feels compassion. Walking on egg shells in their presence and justifying his behavior with hard work. Fools buy into the lies and carry it's message with confidence. Creating an image of someone they don't even know. Judge mental mentalities that boost egos at the expense of someone else. Ambivalence is rare in this word of mouth to mouth industry and your secrets aren't safe. Gossip queens give dirty looks and stick up their noses. Little do they know that they actually know so little. Often shocked when they find out the truth. I see through this transparent behavior and I don't get involved. I'm too old for the drama and my time isn't wasted on such issues. These attitudes are contagious and so easily adopted. Breaking the cycle and avoiding it's virus, calls for a man with life experience. Someone who has already been through this and been in the shoes that they wear. It takes an open mind built on a foundation of acceptance. This is an attitude that cannot be taught, closed minds won't listen. Lead by example, an impact can be made. Lowered expectations influence less judgement. People are born into a harsh world and at the end when the waitress presents you with the check; gratuity is not included.
I was told at my first entrance
That schooling is my survival chance
Later knowledge not school made me bold
Oh I discovered, what a lie I was told!
I was told that school is education
But a stereotyped learning brought frustration
Yes, it gave a little but stole my joy
I decipher, its breeding will make me a toy
I was told schooling is success,
A barge of true happiness.
Until I saw successes without school
And I saw scholar in poverty's pool
School brings fulfillment
When it's guarded with every commitment
But how can I be sure of peace
When with her arms, my fears increase?
Now, I refused to be deceived
By every lie I once believed
I learn beyond scholarship
I choose a better mentorship
Dedicated to my friend Liz:
Rays of sunshine shines over you
Giving a massive dosage of optimism
When the dark shadows menace
To turn you spirit upside down
It is not easy to live without
A loving husband and children
Specially in a society when
Silently you are seen as a misfit
When do not require the parameters
Stereotyped for decades for the ladies
Understand you perfectly, since I am
In the same situation as you are
Remember always, everything in life
Has a divine purpose, although not seen
Smile, shake off the dust, and celebrate life
Without any burdens that weigh you down
5-9-16
The groans of ancient years still echo in my bones. It is a pain
That lodges in the weariness of Africa. Curled in her, the strain
Of old world history. Out of her given darkness triumph shines
The light of all cities, world clamoring, and out of her plundered mines
Glower the bright towers of world economy. We who lost are owed
Much here. My ancestors were used: mediums of exchange;
Stock for slave houses and ships; rich cargoes of commerce;
And cattle to the whip. Toiling night and day and no remorse
Nor recompense for labor, in humanity's disfavor. I am owed
Because all my life I have been on a journey, going nowhere
On my own. I did not this destination set; No man can reach
Another's goal, I am bound to ship 'gainst my will. My soul's leached
Of traditions: language and peace. I pine far from King's dream
So stereotyped, so American, I move in jungles of passion
My captors cannot read. I am overdiagnosed with tensions
Strange to my desire. I must be paid since I did not set here
This destiny I built them; like a moon I move and shine fair
Imprisoned in the power of the sun. My heart groans, and I
Cough up tides amids the white buds of cotton, breaking like a boil
Upon the day. Why? Those owed least get paid still from our toil.
I wanna state a cardiac arrest for ya chest
Detest your own humidity within humanity, cats rest in vanity
Controlling underground charisma the mic got me checking
Wrecking one image of fame at a time
Cursed vines connecting family to 10 o clock news
Dues payed, lives strayed in the fray battling demonic entities
Loving life as it was given to me never forgetting how bad days are now
Whatever happened to old love music and jazzy tunes programed to everyone's ear
Fears hold hearts by the numbers count beyond two plus two into thunder
Anesthetic agility slaying demographic amendment abilities
Beckoning nucleic AC's, base combination weeds
Growing fast forget what you knew last
Before trash wonders pounce into eyes of ghetto stricken children
Stereotyped to end up living in hatreds domain, so much pain
Vividly orchestrated symbolically government debated
No-one has awakened accept a lesser few
Scripted by transcendentalist dues, golden hues and cyripted clues
BOOM!, did you feel my vibe
Arise and cry your hearts content, repent what grounds gravitational
Ration cuz they called me action with a little bit of attraction
For tainted pictures posted on shopping center windows
JC penny pillows, couches and Nintendos
Forget all the unnecessary smiles and hug with love's style
Is it wrong to file times when wrong was right
Darkness was light, she became vigilante bright
Yo...this poetry thing is so tight
I just wish i found it earlier in mainstream ignorance
To electrify my repentance mechanism
Schisms tattooed onto tribal ancestor blades
vector shijin played
Yuki im comin girl
Your my world and much more, although I love Viviana
until my heart dies of pore romanticism interpretations
Pounding silhouettes emancipation anticipate that
See i'm just one of a few that appreciate metaphores
and naturalistic lore, women with imaginative cores
Naw it aint hard, see im just cruzin
but i guess its hard to contemplate daily iluzions.
Looking for someone to love and care about me, looking for someone that sex is not all they
see. Looking for someone to understand my pain, for my life, I withhold alot of shame.
Wanting the love that I feel like I've never received, wanting love but I feel like that will
never be. All I've wanted is to be accepted by somebody, I don't think that God made that
bad of person out of me. I know that I'm not perfect by any means, but why doesn't
anybody care about me? Someone to love me, is that such a hard request? Why do I feel so
different from all the rest? I've been stereotyped all my life, just wanting to maybe meet the
right man that would be proud to call me his wife. Wishing that I meant something to
somebody, all I ever wanted was for someone to love and accept me.*