Race Poems | Examples of Race Poetry

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You are not the victim Stop trying to manipulate the situation We are all seeing We are all knowing We are all loving Not you So when we change the narrative And put your hate in the spotlight Don't use our discomfort Our resistance And our need for justice As a way to use your tears To make you the victims But you won't get our sympathy Nor our...

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The skin I have Black Vs The skin they wanted White It was like a lifelong competition With only one condition Whiteness wins And well blackness Loses So from young they Indoctrinated us Into believing White=advantage Black=disadvantage And if you were somewhere in the middle Well that's their decision You better hope that you get...

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The after What happens after? When what was loud is now silent Where a place once filled with cameras go unnoticed What once made history is now forgotten Later On TV they'll be a recap The story will go They'll manipulate the situation Bonus if its told by a republican They'll say The police were peaceful, we'll be labelled as criminals I guess it's...

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Their violence Our defiance Their complaint Not our debate Their envy Fuels our energy Their violence We won't be silenced Their ignorance Can't bother us Our energy They aren't ready Our voice They have no choice Our power They are sour Our strength They try to destroy by going to these great lengths Can you finally understand The matter at hand Do you...

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Star boy They say heaven gained another angel when someone dies But when it comes to the death of black lives We say the universe gained another star Because to us It represents their light and love Shining down from above Each star a story of loss Each star a story of pain Each star a symbol of what being black costs Each star...

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The things she left behind Her tombstone stood amongst others who shared the same fate The air in the cemetery Heavy With the the weight of the souls it carries Her epigraph read: Beloved mother, wife, daughter, sister and friend Her family there to pay their respects Tomorrow they will lead a protest Her son left behind...

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Museums A place full of stories Of art Not just in the paintings But in the people too A little black girl walking hand in hand with her mother Her eyes lit up in wonder Wandering what she would discover While she walks around Spinning around And jumping up and down She doesn't see That everytime she jumps the light reflecting on her beautiful...

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I am all the people who came before me And I am all the people who will come after me This is an ode to all of our ancestors Just because we don't all share the same blood Does not not mean that we are not one To me inheritance Isn't just about family But communal experiences I...

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I opened my mouth to let them speak They told us their story of black fatigue I let their words seep through me Pen to paper their stories complete The words flowing My need for purpose growing The words I'm seeing We're full of meaning The stories the words told I let them unfold They had me in a chokehold I knew they should be known...

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Race Car The driver is one with the machine. Every turn on asphalt would be tires burning. A V8 with horse power, the car flies down the road. Turn up the music and push the pedal to the floor. Need for speed while the tires grip every turn. What a rush to fly by while the oil burns. This is the life...

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Race Track Thinking 16… little did I know the initiation began. 16 is hard enough navigating adolescence. Hormone dumping, the anguishing struggle to fit in any way—- relinquishing my individuality, and being true to myself. Unbeknownst, this was at my expense. I didn't choose these ADHD and BPAD diagnoses, and the other Alphabet Soup “ingredients.” They...

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Race Track Thinking I didn't choose an ADHD brain. At times a random whispered thought, barely connected, pops in uninvited, insistent to be acknowledged and immediately included in my conversation… Most of the time it's a detour, with minimal disruption. Thoughts drift, barely nudges the adjacent car, and our cars wobble… we stay on course…...

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God laughs when fools behave like racists All persecuted individuals are His children God laughs when a few are obviously chosen And receive preferential treatment under the basis That the lighter complexion is superior and better. God created one race. The same blood flows like a river In all God’s children veins. This blood is red, not amber God laughs when a...

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Wonderful time, Wonderful race, Wonderful place....

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