Summer Discrimination Poems

I have never seen an ugly flower
Flowers are always full of grandeur
Flowers are known to be beautiful
All the time, that's stupendously wonderful
All flowers speak a...

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The days are long and painful
The nights are long and bare
Those alleys, hard and brutal
Between buildings built with care

Springtime held a promise
Its lilac on the...

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Ever since mine boyhood
I experienced abhorrence
toward yours truly,
an extremely introverted kid,
whose parents nor siblings
(one younger and older sister) could
not arouse him out of his emotional...

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Who...

You, know who I am... ?.! 
You know. 
You may try to turn away, 
but you can not. 
The creator touched you, 
before you were...

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I know what it costs
to parent a tyrant
24/7
52 weeks/year
and yet avoid judging,
feeling guilty,
self-blaming shame
for all I am not sufficient,
yet.

I remember learning curious distinctions
between genuine remorse
given,...

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I REMEMBER THE LITTLE GIRL

BMWs shine on the lot, row after row,
reflecting the blinding summer sun of Pinedale, California.
Their windows blink back stories of 4,792...

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Feelings of a Person with Color
Tasmina Khan

Does it really matter what colour is my skin?
Or it matters how I am or my Karma?
Which one do...

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I shall never see the world as it used to be
In my dream it was 1960 I could fondly see
I could see mom blowing smoke...

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A badge of great honor
We wear it with pride,
They say it’s an insult
But we’ll let that one slide.

A boomer’s a doer
A person with Pep,
Marching alone
To...

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Come Down
by Michael R. Burch

for Harold Bloom

Come down, O, come down
from your high mountain tower.
How coldly the wind blows,
how late this chill hour ...

and I...

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Born shackled with globe sized
yoked millstone around my neck
rivaling the world Atlas shrugged,
or outsize boulder Sisyphus

eternally obliged to toil uphill
steepest mountain side
in concert with
Battlestar Galactica...

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To my sisters who will never realize how much I love them,
Who I hope will never have to know the world hates them-
Because their skin...

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To my sisters who will never realize how much I love them,
Who I hope will never have to know the world hates them-
Because their skin...

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Today I watched the children play
in a field across the street
They jumped around chasing butterflies 
so innocently sweet
I remember chasing butterflies
on backyard Summer days
fluttering scenes...

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My first amendment right was never fought for overseas! It was Martin Luther King who was beat to his knees! It was Fanne Lou Hamer...

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