Stereotypes Poems

Yes officer

A black boy stands in front of a mirror
Practicing how to address an officer 

"Yes officer"
I promise I'm good
I won't cause no trouble just because I'm from the hood
I won't make a noise 
I won't make a sound 
I'll make sure to leave the hood of my hoodie down 
No frown on my face
You dont

A black woman's life

Stripped of dignity
A refusal of warmth
Forced palatability 
A black woman's life
A spectacle to society
Our pain Comedy
Silence our only company
In a world that chooses to ignore 

Our words speak with wisdom
They choose to echo
Educated and intellectual 
Our voices heed with warning
Our weakness our instinct to nurture
Despite their instinct to murder
We want the world to progress
Yet their

She Burned the Script

after still I Rise by Maya Angelou 

They said, "too loud, too wild, too much"—
so she learned to burn with a softer touch.
But thunder lived behind her face,
and silence wore her fiercest grace.

They carved her worth in smaller space,
then crowned it "grace" to know her place. 
But she was made of deeper things— 
not ribbons,

He wore a hoodie, she had an attitude

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

The Freedom to Be

I am vulnerable, confused, flawed, twisted
I am what I am.

I don’t want to cook,
don’t want to clean.
I don’t want to be
A wife or a mother.
I choose what I will not be.

I can wear a six yard
or a two piece
I can shun style 
And chose comfort instead.
I decide to look how I feel.

I may soar, I

She stereotypes all Men

Her disappointment
Has outlasted her a lifetime
She now hates all men
Because of one awful man
Stereotyping sadness

Daily Duties

middle aged and middle class
driving way too fast
on country lanes

drop the kid at school
group yoga then the pool 
prosecco and wealth envy over lunch

on to a manicure and then hair
(you won’t believe who I saw there)
send conspiratorial text or two; update facebook

get some vino, and the kid - shoot back home 
knock back another glass

Reflections

Hey you! what do you do, what's your name,
and why you seem so weird;

Why so silent and timid like a deer,
Why you don't act like us, why you won't interact with us;
Do you have any problems or any underlying fears?
Alas, you enquired my friend,
All your stereotypes have hurt me badly,
As spectacular as this world is,
just

The Changing Country

The country is changing is what they say,
But does the outlook of people actually count?
Still, that old stereotypical mindset is what they display,
Letting the entire mankind down.


One steps out, and there they are, umpteen scanning eyes,
Golden highlights, ripped jeans, short skirt is what catches their sight,
A new way discovered by the crowd to characterize,
Having no

Blind Sight

Blind Sight

-Meghan C. Hutchings

Have you really looked at me,
Beyond my skin so pale?
Do you know my deepest thoughts,
The secrets that I veil?

Have you really looked at her,
Beyond her skin, light brown?
Do you know her hopes and dreams, 
The pain behind her frown?

Have you really looked at him, 
Beyond his skin, so dark?
Do you know his

Judge Not, Lest You Be Judged

Judge Not; Lest You Be Judged
  

Judgement preys on mankind’s weak,
The fickle-minded soul
Where ignorance and hatred peak
Begins the tragic toll…

Where stereotypes rear ugly heads
And lies become belief,
Where trust stays buried under dread
The world is left with grief…

Injustice follows damaged minds
Where better views are flawed
Biased vision taints one’s view
Cold hearts remain unthawed…

This cycle culminates in

Stereotypes

Stereotypes 
So now you join an equality club and think you’re an activist
You seriously wanna get hired but now a high school graduate
It’s really really sad that it even had to come down to this
Oh my God!!
You going against racism, profiling, and produce brutality
But behind closed doors you killin yo own, this I reality
Can’t wear

They All Feel This Way

They all feel this way.
Sorry. Who?
All the Irish and All the Scots, and maybe all the Brits.
That is a lot of All’s, I think.

They all feel the same way? I query.
She nods her head. “Every single one of them.”

“So you have met all Irish, all Scots and all Brits?” I ask.
She turns haughty. “I don’t

Black Cat In the Street

A little while ago on my morning walk I wondered, how can this be?
when a black cat came out of the shadows to say hello…to me

Without any inhibitions…in the middle of the street
she ran up and when I looked down…she was purring at my feet.

I bent down to scratch her back…”Hello little kitty." I said.
She

Everyone Likes Flowers Right

Everybody likes flowers right,
Except children who were violated in bedrooms with flowered wallpaper.
Oh.
 
Everyone loves faeries right?
Except a sensitive young twelve-year-old boy who was called one.
Right.
 
Everyone likes to nap, right?
Have you ever met a two-year old?
 
Everyone is the craziest word ever.
It should be eliminated.
 
Unless you are speaking of air, water, and food.

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