Labelled Poems - Poems about Labelled

...Stalked all their life Stained by a crime not committed A permanent mark on black skin A reminder how we will never fit in Labelled as criminals Despite being exonerated Probation was for ......

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...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 ......

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... Dogma Enigma When the pedophile is god and genocide is good when caring for the other is a never not a should when race is a weapon and gender is revoked when science is blasphemy and cl......

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...Is to be pushed to the brink of psychosis And to then be labelled mentally unstable It is to ask for help and be met with the door Then when we worsen they blame us for waiting too long As if ......

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...The first creation was the cosmic egg Hiranyagarbha, that’s shaped like our head All souls caged within it, for freedom beg Taking endless births, till they’re by love led Polarities balanced, ......

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... I sit on a straight back red vinyl chair in a Chinese Take Away waiting for my beef and black bean sauce, pork chow mein and a serving of special fried rice - hear from behind a beaded ra......

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...White privilege The ability to exist Without fear The ability to walk down the streets And not jump at every siren To not calculate every move And overthink every word Because in out world O......

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... Sponsor : Tom Woody Contest : Black Hole Love Submitted: 16/7/25 _____________ “Love embodies in millions of forms and frequencies, not all known. Its int......

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...World knows the seven deadly sins- lust,gluttony,greed,sloth,wrath,envy,pride. A woman basic need to understood and being heard is more deadly a sin which burn the mind and heart to ashes. Eve......

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...This posed a problem in ancient Loch, As it’s not a canvas of Van Gogh. When paint ran down my arm While squashed and ground bugs harm, I still labelled it ‘Woolly Epoch’. CURATOR’S......

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...Sometimes, I feel completely alone. No matter how much I try to reach out, or try to connect. Sometimes, I feel unwanted. No matter how much love I pour out, or try to perfect. Sometimes, ......

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...“refrains of love enchantingly repeat ~ all that that is is simply God’s heartbeat” ~ quote by poet upon ego death, the Self is revealed one without a second outside spa......

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...When the lines are blurred How can we tell who we are anymore How do we know when innocence begins and when it ends Or if it ever really happened At all This was not everyone's experience Bu......

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...The last one standing Would usually be a victory But in this black girls story It was the opposite For her this was a loss Being the only black girl in the school And for this She felt it deep......

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...she rose from depths of his despair followed an artistic youthful D E A TH blue black curled ......

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