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I know so little of this theory, so
I go to Wikipedia. No help!
I'm reading how it stems from Marxism, and
the struggle of the classes throughout time.
So next I search for tenents of this theory.
In doing so, I'm finding things like this:
how White Supremacy will always reign,
so students need to learn of "action" civics
instead of civics taught traditionally.
I look up "active civics" and find words
like "civil protest" (also "violence").
I find opposing views of it which state
that in the schools today they're teaching hate!
I see some parents now sometimes on Facebook
dismayed that basic civics is ignored.
Our processes called constitutional
are being put behind this "action civics."
I think about the violence I've been seeing
and of old monuments that are torn down;
police, so sorely needed, now defunded;
the silliness getting rid of slogans
deemed racial slurs; the censorship of books
like certain ones by author Dr. Seuss!
I know the process of the Constitution
has not been too great; rights were slowly won.
The problem -as I see it - was the fact
of individual prejudices.
Eventually, after freedom's decades
(the fight for Civil Rights 50's through 60's)
and since our culture then became accepting
of gays, we saw laws made to turn the tide!
I think I must agree with parents who
have great concern about curriculum.
I know discrimination still exists,
but we have seen great strides since Rosa Parks.
I do not like where I can see us heading.
I'm reading quotes of blacks who feel the same.
Today are many interracial couples.
In thirty years from now, we'll all be brown!!
Let cultural awareness take the helm.
Teach love -not hate - and leave our kids alone.
July 18, 2021
for Anthony Biaanco's Critical Race Theory Poetry Contest
You ask me why I say the things I say, maybe it was because of a feeling that I had that day.
You ask me why you say the things you say, maybe it was because of your unwillingness to feel.
To feel my pain because at the time you running all the game.
My threats are just what they are because it doesn’t matter no way because the distance between us is just that far.
I said I would not let you see the part which grows inside of me, and you ask why I say what I say.
I say no to letting you play the part of being my child's best friend because my child is needing a father, not a fairweather friend.
You ask me why I say the things I say, maybe I was feeling down that day because you decided to step away.
If you can truly walk away from me, with this precious being growing within me, then who in the hell gave you the privilege now to cast any judgments upon me?
Only God can play that part. Maybe how I feel is wrong, or maybe I'm right, or maybe I am doing this just out of spite.
Maybe if you consider, that if I walked away from you, would you be singing
this same tune?
Maybe if I walked away from you, my interracial, white/black man, then you would understand just why I say the things I say, because I would be running this show, and letting everyone know who has the balls in their hands, and all you can do is withstand.
Withstand the I say and do every day and not even caring once if it makes you feel a particular way.
But yet you are asking me, why in the hell are my feelings running free, maybe it's because you decided to abandon, and leave baby and me!
Meet the happy couple
That's Hilda all in white
Barney's there beside her
Loves her with all his might
They're an interracial couple
No problem nowadays
Frowned on not too long ago
But today it's a-okay
Met at the local horse saloon
Frequented by the equine crowd
She was a pretty show horse
He was boisterous and loud
Pretty soon, she tamed him
Settled him down just fine
Any filly would be proud to say
That stud over there is mine
Soon, a couple of months go by
Hilda's expecting a son
The happy couple race around
High hoof-ing everyone
Had a colt, called him Clyde
So proud of their little guy
Running through peaceful pastures
Then off to the clouds they fly
You can see this happy couple at night
When you view the evening sky
The three stars south of Orion
Are Barney, Hilda and Clyde
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Funks Pond(revamp)
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Written By:
Huba Datl Chol
Circa 1969
Revised the other day(2023)
White donkey had much love and heartfelt affection to give
His most special intergalactic friend was a cat named Liv.
Without any problem, Whitey and Liv agreed on everything,
Best of all, they discovered they both could sing.
Whitey would bray, and Liv would meow in the night.
They would cuddle up together, a glorious interracial sight.
They were the best of friends for twenty years or more.
Thirty even maybe, and this is truly no folklore.
There they go, Farmer Henry said to Louella, his corpulent wife.
I wish the other animals would show such a lack of strife.
Let’s have them give seminars to the others, out in the barn.
So Liv and Whitey did, and it worked like a charm.
The chickens and sheep began to lay with each other.
The puppy took a cow to be his adoptive mother.
The cow cuddled up with the rooster so thick.
The seminar by the two had truly done the trick!
Meet the happy couple
That's Hilda all in white
Barney's there beside her
Loves her with all his might
They're an interracial couple
No problem nowadays
Frowned on not too long ago
But today it's a-okay
Met at the local horse saloon
Frequented by the equine crowd
She was a pretty show horse
He was boisterous and loud
Pretty soon, she tamed him
Settled him down just fine
Any filly would be proud to say
That stud over there is mine
Soon, a couple of months go by
Hilda's expecting a son
The happy couple race around
High hoof-ing everyone
Had a colt, called him Clyde
So proud of their little guy
Running through peaceful pastures
Then off to the clouds, they fly
You can see this happy trio at night
When you view the evening sky
The three stars south of Orion
Are Barney, Hilda and Clyde
The human qualities and potential isn’t limited nor territorial
kindness at its peak is indeed interracial
it is brutal to keep this knowledge confidential
b’cos, my experience is first hand and crucial.
Pouring out serial disgusting output, I've been consistent
hence nurturing my friendship is menial,
such a risk is definitely consequential
and it becomes official when a friend’s head is hit
Despite my social status compounded in filth and lots of irritating effect
I've been embraced and kissed by luck
making me believe life is indeed partial
A controversial creature, I am
yet, surrounded by the wonders of true friendship
its complete care, no where near superficial
its love, so congenital
to the point, I feel I’m in denial
My stink spreads across towns
my words attract infirmities
my mind has been the warehouse of lawlessness
and everything bad is registered in my accountability
but the one and only good side of me is you my friends
the day you leave, is the day I join the Dinosaurs
I have watched with sorrow,
the tragedy of love turned into a hierarchy of colour.
When a black soul marries white,
it is called progress —
but only by those who still see whiteness as divine.
You, black child,
have been taught to hate your reflection,
to see validation only through pale eyes.
When you love yourself, they call it arrogance.
When you seek their love, they call it ambition.
Such is the madness of a divided world.
On the dating screens of modern Rome,
black faces are swiped away like dust,
while white faces glow with borrowed grace.
Even among your own,
the lighter skin calls itself superior —
a mimicry of old masters and new slaves.
This poison was crafted by hands
that divided God’s image by shade and geography.
They crowned ignorance as civilization.
But love was never meant to serve the market of complexion.
Black blood carries the seed of endurance,
the rhythm that sustains the Earth’s breath.
One day, when the African looks in the mirror
and sees not pain but power,
the world will kneel again — not in worship,
but in respect.
Meet the happy couple
That's Hilda all in white
Barney's there beside her
Loves her with all his might
They're an interracial couple
No problem nowadays
Frowned on not too long ago
But today it's a-okay
Met at the local horse saloon
Frequented by the equine crowd
She was a pretty show horse
He was boisterous and loud
Pretty soon, she tamed him
Settled him down just fine
Any filly would be proud to say
That stud over there is mine
Soon, a couple of months go by
Hilda's expecting a son
The happy couple race around
High hoof-ing everyone
Had a colt, called him Clyde
So proud of their little guy
Running through peaceful pastures
Then off to the clouds they fly
You can see this happy couple at night
When you view the evening sky
The three stars south of Orion
Are Barney, Hilda and Clyde
Deep down she was a hopeless romantic
Masked with hate because she thought she couldn't have it
After all she was a black woman
When she asked the world for love it laughed at her
It's why she gave up, a story so tragic
Growing up in a world where white was the beauty standard
And being black was considered unattractive
It's why she hated herself
Why she couldn't stand the mirror
Why she couldn't look in it
Her reflection was a vessel for the world's racism
Telling her love was for those who had pretty privilege
That love was for people who had a different lineage
Those who were white and had the perfect 'image'
The only 'love' she had know was fetisisation
That the only attention she would receive
Were from men who envisioned her naked
Ones who were cowards
Who couldn't look in her eyes
But would gladly stare at cleavage
It didn't help that being black and having a body
Meant that people automatically assumed
You were for everybody
But when she started getting compliments
From men who didn't have ulterior motives
She felt it was a joke and then they would tell their friends
That they had got with a black woman
She was untrusting
But what did they expect
When the world has taught black women that love was not made for them
But when she was wanted she felt confident
Especially when they asked her parents
To take her out
She loved old school gentlemen
After all those years of poor self image
And the times she would get in her own head
She decided She wouldn't self sabotage
And she would finally let love into her heart