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 Jul 2017 Starin
Aquinas
White picket fences
Four family houses
Checker pattern apron
Pie left to cool on the windowsill
Watching Andy Griffith
Paying some old television bills and hoping the kids will notice
Anything but the coldness that lies outside the front porch
The one with the swing

This is the American dream
Not really knowing what "minority" means
Fighting for a penny to put in a candy machine
"Oh, where did it go?" Some people ask
As if corruption was a thing of the past
 Jul 2017 Starin
Thomas EG
Judgement
 Jul 2017 Starin
Thomas EG
They'll judge you for your colour
They'll judge you for your lover
Praise you for one thing
But **** you for another
Possible song lyrics??
 Jul 2017 Starin
Wyan mind
I remember being told right from wrong when I was younger, but how can I understand the right from wrong when this generation is full of discrimination.

The discrimination against everything and anything a teenager does, we are told to follow in the footsteps of the ones. But how do we follow in the footsteps of each other if we are made up to follow in the footsteps of none other.

How are we to live in a generation that's full of discrimination against the blacks and the whites, the gays and the straights when we are all different to one and another but equal to each other.
Is it wrong to not fear death?
Am I wrong to not have the same belief as others?
I don't discriminate unless you push me to the point of showing you your own flaws.

They say the truth is ugly.
They say it hurts.
I see it as the only way to actually face reality.
I think they laugh at me
Maybe because I'm strange
Could I be a somebody
Or is that a bit deranged

Can't they see I'm the same
I bleed just like they do
They treat me as if I'm lame
Ignoring me is their rule

So are you picking on the disabled
Thinking we're not fit to work
Because you wonder if I'm able
To be like everyone else who work

I never asked to be this way
I try to forget that horrid past
Not thinking of that terrible day
I wish that memory faded fast

I'm human, I am not someone lower
I'm human, stop knocking me down
I'm human, so I might be slower
I'm human, now put away that frown
Copyright © Chris Smith 2012
 Jul 2017 Starin
Exhale Your Mind
i'm not a slave of compliments.
I won't overdose on injections of racism.
The only addiction i have it of the melanin in my skin.
My heritage is not a sin.
My womanhood has always been the evidence of excellence.
My faith is not a bad habit I need rehabilitation from.
If discrimination was a drug i would be high every day
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