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Throughout my entire life, I have been made fun of because of the way I talk. I rarely use slang and I enunciate...always (even when drunk and/or cussing you out). When I was a child, I was told I talk like a white girl. I never understood what that meant. I still don't. Are black girls supposed...
Rich poor illiterate, Scholar all are same in the grave
Poetry | Updated Apr 21, 2015 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
I want to mention that my race is called
Never be depressed if u fail in anything. Just do hard-work and i am sure this time you will succeed. This poem is based on this situation.
Poetry | Updated Apr 13, 2015 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A man recounts the time that on his way to The Creole Festival in Dominica he came across a diary written by a slave that changed his view on certain things.
By Mr Watson
Understanding each other !
Girl finds out growing up is hard
I doing Pancake Race At St Mary's School for Half-Angel and Princess and Faries,witches,whitleland, and merimaid.
Book | Updated Feb 20, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Brendan Gaynor
This tells you why people shouldn't be angry and why they should just be happy for what they have.
I wrote this poem to help encourage unity of all people of all races, gender, religion, and those with different backgrounds. Its not about where we come from, but where we go and through those obstacles that we go through, that we learn to connect with others using empathy.
Satis Shroff is a poet living in Freiburg, German and he writes this time about the trauma of Charlie Hebdo as well as the terrorist attacks in Paris and feels the pulse of the country he has been living in over thirty years.
Still a work in progress but this story, once completed will be the story where the main character is the city. From the perspective of nine very different people, we see a corrupt city in the works of various levels. What do A Runaway, a Vigilante, a Prostitute, a Detective, a Millionaire, a...
I was thinking about the Civil War and how the Emancipation Proclamation rhymed when I wrote this poem.
What if the person you were supposed to be with simply appeared in your life? If fate allowed your separate lives to entwine naturally, would everything follow simply in black and white? Falling in love was easy for Ellis and Dasha. The rest of the world isn't as quick to follow. Will family be...
By Andrew David
an African American teenage boy is taunted by his peers because of his skin color. I wrote this poem from the heart, and I worked really hard on it. I am against racism. It absolutely needs to stop.
Poetry | Updated Oct 2, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1