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Urvashi 6h
Wish to fulfill well-wishers’ wish,
now can’t fulfill one’s own.

The vessel whispers—
trapped within;
an unwanted creature,
copper-veined in gold.

Those embroidered alloys
hold emerald emotions,
a curve so divine,
now doomed in rust—

a ghost glimpsed in grey hair
A slave to the endless rat race life .
Be careful where you place your faith
it may turn around and slap your face.
Nothing's worse than loosing a fixed race
or running out of rhyme & reason, time & space.
So keep up the pace of your faith and don't lose your place in the race.
Yeah!!,
You're Different!!
So what???
cos, In reality;
we are not
the same,
We have different races,
all creeds, and all colors,
It ain't nothing but a thing,
some may be
Light, and fair, and
pudgy all round,
tall, short, big, or skinny,
WHO ARE YOU TO PUT
  US DOWN???
Dark, or Caramel conflection,
with big old round buggy eyes,
Boney, skinny with hamhocks,
Nothing but big legs, and thighs,
eyes sunkned in, or slanted,
RELAX WE ARE FROM THE SAME PLANET!!!
smooth skin, rough skin,
The Outer is cool, but
THE BEAUTY'S WITHIN,
You may not have the
perfect body, or
even the best looking face,
What you do have is
style and class, and
you are so full of Love and Grace,
YOU ARE DIFFERENT BECAUSE,
GOD MADE YOU THIS WAY,
If they don't like HIS CREATION,
they need to GO FAR AWAY,
YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL!!!
NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY,
THEIR OPINION DOESN'T MATTER,
WHO ASKED THEM ANYWAY???
No shade, more hugs,
Giving nothing but
LOVE ❤️


B.R.
Date: 9/12/2025
I see the sad color of racism not every other day
But every second of the hour, all minutes of the day
I see the serious mental and physical damages
That this cancer has done throughout the ages
And is still doing to our beloved human beings
The others treat our People like they are leftover beans
On a petty pet's plate. Our people deserve respect
Fairness, justice, equality, acknowledgement
Compassion, credit and better treatment
Our sisters are tired of being left out on the deck
Our siblings are often harassed senselessly, persecuted
Falsely accused and relentlessly prosecuted
At one time, they were hunted and hounded by the system
At other time, hindered and haunted by an organized medium
Created to attack, destroy, burn, ravage and annihilate
To embarrass, marginalize, ridicule, punish and discriminate
I see the color of racism, when the police for no apparent reasons
Stopped, frisked and handcuffed our homeless, our elderlies
Or our law abiding citizens, like it was open seasons
To hunt for mule deer or bears, who behave like enemies
Of the civilized society. I see the sick color of racism
When our people are not hired not for being unqualified
But because of their skin color; they're quickly disqualified
Dismissed, fired or terminated. I see the monster of cynicism
All golly minutes of the day. The arrogance is unparalleled
Beyond belief. The racists forgot that God only created one race

One human race, one human race, one **** human race.

Their false pride, their fake supremacy, their ignorance is unleveled
And their audacity is incomparable. I see the colors of racism
Not that I want to search for them, not that I want to find them
Most of the time, I simply cannot elude, evade or escape them
It is not easy to ignore the litanies of bad or negative mannerisms
The bigots easily function like virulent or venomous vipers
That **** out the emotions, and that destroy all positive characters
Our lives, Black lives, like other lives, are sacramental and important
And our contributions to the world are significant
I see the ugly and surly color of racism not every other day
But every second of the hour, every minute of the **** day.


Copyright © February 24,2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Her body
Crafted delicately by nature
Felt like stone

Her mind
Created with every thought
Was wired and tired
together envisioning chaos

Her life
Changing on the day to day
Yet not at all
Was hers
Whether she forgot it or not
I saw a bull race.
No guilt on anyone’s face.
They were enjoying it.
A man got hit —
For a moment they felt like ****.

But red scarfs
Still hang all around town.
The fiesta isn’t over.

The man was loaded
Into an ambulance.
The bulls were, violently,
Forced back
Into their cages.

A little boy cried.
His older brother,
Gave him a hug.

And I just —
Stood there.
I didn’t feel bad for the man.
But the mishandled animals —
How could I have?

Watched them?
Eaten them?
That makes me just as bad.

Doesn’t it?
I don’t really feel like this is a particularly good poem, but I feel like the storytelling is good. Or I hope it is. So I just thought I’d share it with you guys <33. Feel free to comment.
Izan Almira May 8
The swing creaks.
A dark-skinned man
sways his daughters on it,
with those same hands
that have carried a ***.

Behind them there is a wall,
where the only white kids of the neighborhood
swing on its painted bricks.
Arthur Vaso Apr 2
Within days
to lose your eyesight
fear boils from inside
darkness complete
never mind to drive away
racing cars impossible
retinas now stars in the sky
now that I am the passenger
in my own car, along for the ride
I observe
now I truly see
I did go about 90% from detached Retinas, and very scary indeed, however they can now operate on this and had my eyesight completely restored, so for about a month had to rely on good friends and neighbours to get about, we did have some fun, my neighbour didn't have a car and was thrilled to death to race around with mine. It is true, that when you can not see, sometimes you see more of who people are and the world around you. A valuable lesson indeed.
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