Prejudice Poems | Examples of Prejudice Poetry

She just wanted help drowning Everytime she tried speaking It felt like a cold hand gripping her throat It felt like racism breathing silence in her mouth To other It looked like she had been saved But she knew she had been condemned To a life without freedom She couldn't pretend She didn't want her life to end She wanted an out And maybe the...

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Who benefits from my belief? Because the last I checked it wasn't me I mean I am a black girl Living In a racist misogynistic world Because why would I worship a god who allowed my people to suffer Yet caters to the needs of our oppressors Allows them to call us s Why would I believe Why would...

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They claimed they freed us But if chains instead of whips Was your idea of freedom We'd rather be dead At least then we wouldn't have to deal with your racism All you did was remove the sun Put is in solitary confinement Psychologically tortured us If this is your idea of an apology We'd hate to see the solution Was...

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That day she decided to speak For too long they had called her meek She woke up early Decided she'd wear something that would compliment her curvy Spent hours on her hair making sure each and every follicle was extra curly She wore dark red lipstick to cause a lot of controversy Her mom saw her said...

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She was the girl that went unnoticed She kept herself small, she didn't want to be the focus But deep in her pockets Her biggest secret She was a poet It wasn't some big revelation Like she had already known it Her lack of confidence wouldn't let her do it But little did she know she was already chosen When she was born her...

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Natives interrupted Guns pointed to their chests Blown away like beautiful dandelions Into that sweltering sun Americans lollygag In their newly claimed land Under that grand old flag Slaving away, picking cotton Under the South’s heat of injustice Scarred with inhumane treatment Sweating tears and pain Burdens heavier than sandbags Yes, they’re slaving away Under that southern flag Stripped away from homes and work And terrorized prior still No voice spoke...

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The last poem I'll ever write before I burn this whole system down And if this gets me killed so be it I'll burn down the world If that makes you listen And if you think just because of my skin I'll back down and let you win You would be sadly mistaken I will burn down the system And...

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My heart The voice Each beat a chant Refusing to be silenced Each beat getting louder An act of defiance It would not be quiet Our skeleton The foundation The vessel which carried the rebellion It's the ground that doesn't crumble Even as we march It doesn't take the attention It remains humble Knowing that it was not bigger than the movement The blood...

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When those in this nation, ...

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He wore a hoodie, she had an attitude He wore a hoodie So you immediately assumed he had a weapon He wore a hoodie So you immediately assumed he was on the way to a drug deal He wore a hoodie So you thought he was hiding something He wore a hoodie So you thought he was a good for nothing...

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I knew justice was a myth The first time I heard about trayvon martin Killed over skittles His killer George zimmerman Acquitted He became a celebrity And trayvon He became another statistic Another black kid Erased by the system He didn't get justice I knew justice was a myth When tamir rice A 12 Yr old boy Killed for playing with a toy He...

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They gave us a gun and called it freedom So when you tell me you care I dont believe you Your performative allyship And yes talking to you white liberals This 'white saviour' act you've got going on You can end it And stop pretending Let's call it what it is It's your guilt manifesting as being seen as 'progressive' But really it's just you...

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Rest was a luxury black people weren't granted Something we wanted But couldn't afford it Our survival was more important Constantly looking over our shoulder Wondering whilst we're walking If this is our last moment Internally we ask Are we going to be murdered ? This for us is a daily burden Being tired is a privilege we don't get We can feel tired But we are...

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Meir Kahane, a visionary, warned us all Yet far too few heeded his call Labeled a ‘firebrand’ by all the elites His message understood by his enemies in the...

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Essence Poem. No need, indeed, chaff and chatter, Positive hocus focus, doesn't matter....

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