Wife Racism Poems

These days my wife and I are in Australia for a holiday 
We walk down to Coogee beach every other day
A signage screams, ‘racism not...

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My calloused black skin got shoved in the soil by a white mans soiled thumb
Trying to make his mortgage off me

Buried
I found friends 
Barely breathing

But...

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Tell me why you diss me,
Don't say it's because I'm black.
Why you make those snide remarks,
While hiding behind my back.

I'm just like you,
In many a...

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Is this the price we pay for our right to have guns 
the blood of innocent souls lost to oblivion: a gentle violence

Forever a mental...

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I relive the nightmare of seeing my papa hanged
At six, I didn’t know I could cry so hard and so much
They dragged him to a...

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His poems were about racism.
About the white man who wouldn't hire him
	because he was a “dirty Mexican.”
My mind shivered in disgust.

In the end he said,...

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I
retired from education, sharing with (not scaring)
OUR YOUTH
oblivious of persistent prejudice, labor migrant past piercing 
the present
until i left America for South Africa, returning to...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - III - Miklos Radnoti

Miklos Radnoti was one of the greatest of the Jewish Holocaust poets. He died...

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Be Better

Hey it’s me, I’m on my way
Happy and proud, ready for the day 
*Give Mumma a hug* , a kiss to My wife
not knowing...

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He was a nice quiet gentle man
He had family friends wife and a daughter too
But Rayshard Brooks was also a black man
He was just waiting...

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Windrush

The windrush scandal has me incensensed, the way they treat people because of their skin they wanted  to deport them and take them away...

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I can’t breathe,
variety is a spice at risk of facing the ban
the neck is pressed by the knee to show the superior one
yet our organs...

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Can you imagine being chained in a ship and taken to a strange land against your will? 
     Can you imagine...

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I
I confessed I enjoy writing here often
I confessed, too, I do not have membership
I plan to, but the Rand of my land is 18:1
I don't...

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Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain...

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