Racism Poems | Examples of Racism Poetry

He shows his colors no brain, no hair just the disease of old fashioned hate the KKK his organism a tattoo that now only says k shrunk stutter ...

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They told us our skin meant exile That our joy would be put on trial Because it brings rain But how can they hate the rain when it nourishes the ground we walk on The same ground that grows the food we need to survive They want us to cower in the face of their Whiteness To bow down to their...

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They hate us not because we’re bad but because we are everything they cannot be Because while they stew in their own misery Formed from their own jealousy We live life fully Because that’s the beauty of Black people We create joy where joy has been locked out Then try to hide it through false superiority Whilst trying to convince the...

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They starved our bodies of love Then complain how our bones shake in fear They strip us of our dignity Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear They take our souls Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams It's why when the wind fills their ears It sparks chills And the echoes...

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To be black Is to live life freely Despite being trapped in a cage without a key Ignoring the hate from society As their bodies radiate envy Trying to destroy our joy through spreading negativity And taking our lives violently To be black Is to smile in the face of adversity To be black Is to find beauty in the...

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We dont have to use our voice to scream Because a voice isn't just words It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist It's being unapologetically black Our presence is like the rain after a drought And the rain nourishes the ground It's like walking into a room and it's brought back to life Where once was darkness, has now been...

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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...

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To be black Is to constantly run Maybe that's why they stereotype Saying we are fast Speaking of fast That's what they say when a black girl has a nice ass Because being black and being a woman Means that it's our fault And we deserve it To be black Is to constantly fight back With the hope we won't be...

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Can happily ever after truly ever exist Where we live in a world that looks like this Where we live in a society that favours division Because how can one truly be happy In a world that excludes and is racist How can one have hope this will happen Especially when you're black It's not something we get...

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Life is short they say So you better make the most of it But what happens When that's not the case for everyone Where there are some Who are constantly changing freedom Whilst simultaneously hiding in the shadows Hoping to see tomorrow So how can one live life to the fullest When the odds are stacked against you But...

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246 bullets 10 Cops 1 black man And a lifetime of pain 1 funeral 1 courtroom 12 jurors 1 judge 1 verdict Not guilty 1 claim of self defence This is the world we live in One in which black people choose freedom Which is stolen From us And white people have their skin Which means they will automatically be acquitted This is the world we...

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Woe to you… whitewashed tombs! You glitter in gold vestments, swing incense in marble cathedrals, chant Latin like sacred thunder— but your silence is louder than the bells of Rome. Tell me, O Holy See, why must the holiest of seats remain the coldest to change? Where is the Pope with skin kissed by the sun? Where is the Cardinal whose accent echoes Kilimanjaro, whose spirit...

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She was the rain He was the thunder And together they were an unstoppable storm Both activists in their own form Both doing what they were made for A duo who held a power that could destroy A system Meant only to break them Built to control them Her voice was fire Loud and unforgiving His mind was like...

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Fascism or Psychology? Psychology. I am talking about only one. Fascism. Radical, authoritarian Nazism. Can psychology be dangerous? Of course. What is the purpose of psychology? What? (I am talking about one kind of psychology.) Hmm. There are a few. I am talking about one. What is that? Gaining the power of consciousness. Hmm. Exactly, taking control of the humans. So people don’t have...

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Black man, do you remember who you are? Before temples were carved from stone, before books whispered borrowed truths, you were already divine. You walked with spirit, not religion. You read the stars and the rivers, you spoke to the wind and it answered, you heard God in the thunder and saw His face in the lion’s gaze. But now— You kneel before foreign names. You...

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