Skin Color Poems - Poems about Skin Color

man skin unmatter diamond unaffected by its put in box Inspired by Demetrios Trifiatis....

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The color of love will prevail: we, white, black, yellow, red, shall pacify the clash between good folks and ignorant, white trash, haters who oppress others without right! In numbers, unity explodes like night afire with light (like a delivering flash!) ...

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THE STORY BEHIND DIFFERENT RACES by Richie Kharis Many times they act like they are holy sanctimonious And every day they pray, but still they can not tell the change Another day comes hate, for them, love is an easy exchange Yet far away behind their eyes, lies the truth that may be strange Oh;...

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Beautiful Black Girl Beautiful black girl your shade is divine, your silky lacquer skin looks so rich against mine. You are so beautiful, in time you will know it, you will be refined. I lived so long with the shame of being so dark. I did everything I could, I scrubbed as if my skin...

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...Finally, another came in, a tall man who was a dark shade, and I admit, at first I thought that we might just see a replay. But he was dressed in a fine suit, with a brief-case full of his work, he had helped build seven bridges, was skill in moving around earth, had taken lead on two projects, both under budget and on...

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...He kept looking for Asian boys, and kept trying to set her up, went out of the way to make things for Lin and I exceedingly rough. But Lin had found a make she liked, and by my side she chose to stay, the skin-color didin’t matter, since both of us were getting laid. But even horny teenagers get serious after a time, and when...

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I remember when I was young, playing with my best friend Jerome, we had some woods behind our houses, our frontier, where we would go roam. We played soldier, explorer, cowboy, as most young boys are known to do, we were both of us nine years old, so little of the world we knew. Then his older brother came home from some overpriced eastern...

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Teardrop Crimson rivers flood our streets For every fallen fellow man As hatred rears its head White, black, and in-between Bullets penetrate our peace ...

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Until I got to college I had never heard the term black or white. Because I was not listening possibly, or more so that I never thought about it. Some people did not have freckles, I was envious of that. Some had curly hair. I was envious of that too. Some had height. I still dream of height; I...

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Imagine being afraid of your own skin. Imagine thinking it's too bright. Imagine thinking others see it and shame you for it's sight. Imagine looking up and seeing others stares. Imagine what they're thinking when you would stare at theirs. Imagine that there's caution from seeing your own skin. Imagine that the others are baring your own sin. Imagine that a comfort is falling down on you. Imagine that...

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Let’s face it. My birth place has left its trace a fixed stamp on a face called race, on this, a surface of brown color I carry with me to stay till they burn me or bury. When the choice of race or color is not with any so why suffer or claim its supremacy over many, Though the color...

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