The Curiosity of Racism

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem interprets and applies the emotions of the black community during the period of the Harlem Renaissance.

The Curiosity of Racism

By Tianren Ye


I am a human.

This simple thought is fact,

And yet it is somehow necessary

To secure all our 'god given' rights,

When in the document you worship,

The term "inalienable" stands in bold

For our rights are without condition,

Not by the color of any persons skin,

Without regard to any other factor,

To ignore is condemnation of moral sin.

Do we not have the same arms?

The same head, toes and hands?

Are we not all people?

Then why is skin so important?

the seeds of oppression,

Has been planted years ago,

On the plantations of your ancestors,

with the cotton that mine sown.

This denial of our rights,

The segregation of our people,

Act as the fertile soil and water,

From which devastation you shall reap.

So why do you insist,

on furthering all our pain?

The demands are all simple,

We want the rights that you posses,

Which doesn’t require your forfeit,

but only acknowledgement.


In achieving this goal,

You must remember one thing,

When regarding 'human' rights.

I am a human.


This poem attempts to depict the inspiration and concise poem style common in the Harlem Renaissance. It also tries to mimic emotions present by members of the black community who felt oppressed. Featuring the popular theme of civil rights written by poets such as Langston Hughes 

Submitted: December 10, 2014

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