Blacks Poems - Poems about Blacks

Sometimes I ask Where did it all start The blur to sanity Using colors for identity? Black and white— Are they not just colors Used as symbols from the start To breathe life into art? The human is an unfinished work of art Set on a transparent canvas. God used different colors To create a...

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I’m saying “The Blacks,” which is what we were referred to as. So yall, Trump said, “Millions” (yes, MILLIONS) of immigrants are coming into this country illegally and “they” are taking jobs from “the Blacks” and Hispanics. Let’s do the math. Yeah, let me make this make sense. Black owned companies usually are small companies and will...

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On the day their wedding was fixed Long liberal movement was risked And away The Newest Bride whisked From a Sea of Blacks with Whites mixed... Brenda known to have sometimes frisked In death zones or The Asterisked, Never fearing to be up mixed With persons whose motives are mixed... Now,she can't be found in a midst: In disturbed eyes gathering mist... Brenda had failed...

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America is beautiful, great and wonderful Eadem opera, she is ugly, pitiful and dreadful In regards to the mistreatments of the Native Americans The African Americans and other minorities Yet, America is one of the best countries In the world to be part of or to become citizens Slavery remains an everlasting thorn in her history Discrimination is an insecere cancer which...

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My best friend is one color, I am another. We are soul sisters, cousins, we love each other. We are treated differently by people who do not know us at all. But judge us on skin color, which is so ignorant, it’s small. She tells me she has to warn young men to be careful and clean. They will be...

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The inhuman white creatures followed him, The dreaded beast among them struck, The black man fell on the street like a wounded stag, He was so weak now, like a shrunk cedar. Knee as harsh as tropical grass, Hard, sharp, and glittering as a sword, Pressing his neck and slowly detaching his life, Just because his skin is black. The racist's face was...

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they open that door so now go don't poke get out and vote this is no joke the fight goes on we're belong this is the season some had too for me and you BLACKS DIED FOR A REASON...

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1988 a Denmark rouge and scientist Researched a global position device He called his study " buyers remorse" And said that when sceince, math and Man's hatred of men come together You will see how technogy will make Poor people poorer . He said people will invent devices To exploit your trust and wellness. He said the engine will be controlled By those who are...

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I know you have ears, Listen before you end up in tears, Hatred is cancerous, Segregation is dangerous. No need to murder a brother, Born by a mother, We all belong to tribes, We can live in unity and thrive. Tribalism promotes nepotism, It fosters Satanism, Again, favoritism is evil, A monster making us uncivil. Our skin is black, Africans don’t move back, Let love lead, This I plead....

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question? In this perfect world of hatred! Why is it that some races compete Supremacy tensions rise is hotter than fire Well within all of this Have them in the idea there's good and bad in the world In resolution of an attitude of a conspiracy theory In the matter of race relations Black and white why do the bed White, those...

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its been long road reaching there gold from the slave ship been beat with whip this has been long trip for some many africa american black some hang and wack been shot at in my mind i still can seedom running for ther lives this is some history of BLACKS HIWAY TO FREEDOM...

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Hello, I come to speak of peace, The kind which saves the mind from deviation. To give life to dead instincts, For the lost throne belonging to black men is found. Let the whole world come to hear this good news. Look at me and tell about what I`m made of, Our colours are not different. I recall sad times when lies...

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Been long road to reach this gold they had to re load was tasks from the past. That made month of blacks who open the door many was poor shots rang they sang.freedom song and made away so your have a say. HISTORY OF BLACks TODAY....

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Been long road to reach this gold they had to re load was tasks from the past. That made month of blacks who open the door many was poor shots rang they sang.freedom song and made away so your have a say. HISTORY OF BLACks TODAY....

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going back to slave days so many paided the way walking and the rain it was freedom pain on the road to there goals was right to vote some old and mope many blacks and white was there for BLACK HISTORY RIGHTS...

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