Best Stereotypes Poems

A-	You measured me by my appearance and preconceived perceptions wondering if I fit the mold of black stereotypes;
B-	Your gaze holds a gesture of tired impatience and wonder of if I self-hate because my color of skin don’t fit the American way of life or the...

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Stereotypes


Black people all have rhythm and are good at basketball
   Not a single blond in the world has any brains at all
Englishmen have bad teeth and Mexicans are lazy
   And if you think the Dutch aren’t cheap, certainly you’re crazy

All Chinese...

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We are Latino, We are Hispanic, We are Black, Asian, Indian, Muslim
We are everything, everybody is everything
Yet you call me a terrorist, a rapist, a thief, someone who “destroys society”
Although I am ashamed to admit that we make mistakes
Our reputation falls apart with every bad...

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why be different?
you may dare to ask,
but question to you is,
why bow down and look like an ass?
after the stench of the alchohol lifts and the headache subsides,
there will still be all your friends effected right by your side,
now im not saying that these are...

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Stereotypes 
So now you join an equality club and think you’re an activist
You seriously wanna get hired but now a high school graduate
It’s really really sad that it even had to come down to this
Oh my God!!
You going against racism, profiling, and produce brutality
But behind...

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Blind Sight

-Meghan C. Hutchings

Have you really looked at me,
Beyond my skin so pale?
Do you know my deepest thoughts,
The secrets that I veil?

Have you really looked at her,
Beyond her skin, light brown?
Do you know her hopes and dreams, 
The pain behind her frown?

Have you really looked...

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Judge Not; Lest You Be Judged
  

Judgement preys on mankind’s weak,
The fickle-minded soul
Where ignorance and hatred peak
Begins the tragic toll…

Where stereotypes rear ugly heads
And lies become belief,
Where trust stays buried under dread
The world is left with grief…

Injustice follows damaged minds
Where better views are flawed
Biased...

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middle aged and middle class
driving way too fast
on country lanes

drop the kid at school
group yoga then the pool 
prosecco and wealth envy over lunch

on to a manicure and then hair
(you won’t believe who I saw there)
send conspiratorial text or two; update facebook

get some vino, and...

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Everybody likes flowers right,
Except children who were violated in bedrooms with flowered wallpaper.
Oh.
 
Everyone loves faeries right?
Except a sensitive young twelve-year-old boy who was called one.
Right.
 
Everyone likes to nap, right?
Have you ever met a two-year old?
 
Everyone is the craziest word ever.
It should be...

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A little while ago on my morning walk I wondered, how can this be?
when a black cat came out of the shadows to say hello…to me

Without any inhibitions…in the middle of the street
she ran up and when I looked down…she was purring at my feet.

I...

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This poem is dedicated to Cassidy Megan, the founder of Purple Day.

Canadianie, take my lavender ribbon:
I will stretch it to you, my dear, from Russian coasts.
My "Hallelujah!" will at once be free-born
As soon as you reply those loud and distant calls.

I write about the Western...

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I am vulnerable, confused, flawed, twisted
I am what I am.

I don’t want to cook,
don’t want to clean.
I don’t want to be
A wife or a mother.
I choose what I will not be.

I can wear a six yard
or a two piece
I can shun style 
And chose comfort...

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Hey you! what do you do, what's your name,
and why you seem so weird;

Why so silent and timid like a deer,
Why you don't act like us, why you won't interact with us;
Do you have any problems or any underlying fears?
Alas, you enquired my friend,
All your...

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The country is changing is what they say,
But does the outlook of people actually count?
Still, that old stereotypical mindset is what they display,
Letting the entire mankind down.


One steps out, and there they are, umpteen scanning eyes,
Golden highlights, ripped jeans, short skirt is what catches their...

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They all feel this way.
Sorry. Who?
All the Irish and All the Scots, and maybe all the Brits.
That is a lot of All’s, I think.

They all feel the same way? I query.
She nods her head. “Every single one of them.”

“So you have met all Irish, all...

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