Stereotyping Poems - Poems about Stereotyping

...As I walk through the market in the early light I see the vendors and the buyers in a constant fight I see the goods and the prices change every night I see the scales and the weights that are nev......Read More

...Human conditions have no precedence Over dogmatism, mindlessness, hatred Religion and exploitation of one's mind and body, One's lineage and whence it came from. Generation to Generati......Read More

...International sport is a God given gift, football unites us like nothing else did, nations unite singing songs to uplift, they ooh and they ahh as they feel excited Religion divides us, polit......Read More

...Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity ......Read More

...Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity ......Read More

...Someone told me that all Smythes are crazy, and I believed them At first, until I met one Who was delightful, and kind, and did not generalize people He gave me a chance, which was a marvelous thi......Read More

...Are you a Halloween cat? I queried the preening feline. Don’t generalize all black cats she said with a sniff and a whine. I was shocked because surely she knew about the teeny witches. Who were h......Read More

...A family of nine sisters, none named the way the names could have fit. They started out with three flowers, and thought it wise to continue it. Our last name so plain, Daddy argued. Daisy, Fern an......Read More

...What is that? My comrade asked. I ignored her. She is not my friend. No, really, she said scooting my way. The rest of the class smiled on whim. The teacher had them on mute, so they could not spea......Read More

...All Russians love chili. How do you know? I met one once. All Mexicans love bluebirds. How do you know? I heard from my cousin. All Whites love Trump. I am white. I know. My teeth crin......Read More

...Title: What’s Bugging Me – WBM People who make quick assessments Who never bring the refreshments They make me so mad Being such a cad I give them none of my best-ments. Written 8-02-......Read More

...labels not designer not sewn in attached firmly and instantly seen clearly upon arrival. Sadly......Read More

...The value of her name is fading, Oh mother Ghana, mother of beauty and richness. Every sector in her government is creating hopelessness. A place attained from the sweat of passed souls within nat......Read More

...GROUP VALUES Belief in WinWin organic ability to cooperatively manage secular as BothAnd sacred health development vocations. Desire to create open DNA-familiar GREEN systems-- Great Re......Read More

...you type me in stereo of how i should be how i should sound to whom i should speak where i should live in or outskirts of town what circles to mix who to hang around are we not unique in ......Read More