#race poems on Hello Poetry

Solaces Apr 2015

I'll tell you my dreams....
That of which will tell you where we are..
It was all a lie..
For millions of years we lived with a lie..
But the beginning was truly an ongoing situation..
It was mainly due to the fact that we were all dying..
Our race was dying..
It wasn't till we found the perfect place among the stars..
Our people constructed magnificent vessels that could traverse the stars..
The plan was simple..
Start all over....
With no memory of who we were..
There was a chance that we could possibly become extinct due to the fact that we may not be able to survive on the new planet..
But we found a way..
And we also found a way back to technology..
We found ways to get probes and satellites off the planet..
And then we finally made the leap off ourselves to this planets moon..
Now we want to venture toward Mars..
And when we finally get people on Mars they will discover the truth..
On what we did to our old Planet..
And the revenge it wants to take upon us...

Its when we finally return home, That home will not welcome us at all..

#home #earth #race #mars

Charlie Apr 2015

Inspiration

He cannot fly
He cannot hop
He cannot run at all
But you should see,
The way he goes,
Slowly up the wall.

He cannot skip,
Or race about.
He has one way to go,
And as I watched him,
I must say,
He's good at going slow.

never leave hope its never the last time

#life #hope #race

Sally A Bayan Apr 2015

RACE

(fourteen lines)

Every day, we start our usual pace
unaware, how we follow, get ourselves into the race
going fast... becoming faster
sliding up and down, like a roller coaster.
It could be on one fine or not so ordinary day
on an unknown place along the way
we fall....get lost.....we stray
To find our way back, we retrace
But when speed becomes intolerable, or unbearable
we then pack up...we conclude, "today is unmanageable."
We inhale...exhale...settle.........make up our minds,
say, "tomorrow is another day..." we leave the past behind.
We walk anew as the day begins...keep up with the pace
try to do better... to stay within the race...

Sally

Copyright March 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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***when will we ever slow down? Any chance we get
let us find some time.....to be silent
to be alone...just thinking..listening....reflecting
lenten season...or any season...**

#race #season #roller #coaster #pace #reflecting #intolerable #lenten

MV Blake Mar 2015

Entropy

The children, dark and light,

Skipped through the sands,

Laughter amongst the stars,

Running gently hand in hand.

The first built a castle,

Using sand for the walls.

He declared himself king

Of his star-peppered hall.

The other thought hard

And then with a cry

Kicked over the castle,

And roared to the sky.

Now I am the king,

The other declared;

Now fall on your knees

And try to look scared.

The first stood straight up

And waved with his fist,

The castle is mine,

He spat, growled and hissed.

The other looked down

And saw his mistake,

And for a moment was sad

At what was to break.

A war broke forth,

A fight in the sands.

The children still fight,

No more hand in hand.

#war #race #conflict #sand #castle

Grace Jordan Mar 2015

Paint

My mother questions, “Why aren’t we equal?”
As she paints my walls with white
She wonders why my colorful friends don’t get as lucky as me
But she also wonders about the financial aid the government says we don’t need
I bang on her white walls and insist we’re well off
But she still asks why
And I can’t say “you! It’s because of people like you that my friends need a dollar or two”
Because of the way she plays hypocrite
Condemning welfare and the impoverished while asking why she doesn’t get any
Confirming the stereotype that most people aren’t innately racist
It’s just their own thoughtlessness that causes the disconnect
And it’s not just my mother, it’s all my people, me too
My friend once asked, “Why is Kierra so into social justice?”
Maybe because the history of our ancestors was carried on the backs of her people
Maybe because even today my people say we’re so good, so equal, so righteous
When we still look at a black man and assume the white is better
We don’t mean it but my assumptive mind insists that Kierra always needs a hand
When what is really needed is a strict hand to the side of my head
Jostle that rude assumption out of my head
She is her own person, not a broken house left on stilts
And assuming she is broken is worse than anything I can think of
So it’s a double edged sword because races need to work together to fix this atrocity
But we must also give each their freedom to grow and equalize equally
I will never understand the plight of one a different race
But I understand plight, from my gender and my mental state
My mother always told me treat everyone fairly
She always said to treat everyone right
But here she keeps on going
Painting my walls with white

#paint #mother #race #equality #colors #problem #hypocrite #assumptions #generations

Donald Charles Mark Keys Mar 2015

I am more than black

For those who say “I’m not black” you’re right.
For calling myself black limits me.
It limits my destiny to that of a slave;
To a fate of being judged by my skin,
Trapped by every ***** stereotype

To call myself black is to deny the rest of me.
It denies the Cherokee that flows through my veins.
It denies the Irish proud and strong.
It denies the other nations that have made me.
It denies my ancestry.

So for those who say I am not black you’re right.
For what is black?
Is it the descendants of slaves?
Tired and broken. Or is it those of African descent
Or is it more modern
Is it the mother who raises children alone?
Is it the father who is never home?
Is it the children who know not where they belong?
Is it those who grow up in the projects losing hope?

If this is what black is I reject it!
I am more than black.
I am more than the slave in chain.
I am more than the Cherokee proud and free.
I am more than Irish strong and brave.
For to accept any of these is to limit me to its destiny.

I am a human made by God
Made in his image and likeness.
African, Irish and Cherokee it is what helped make me,
But they do not bind me to their destinies.
So those who say I am not black you are right;
I am more than black. I am a child of the king.
And he has written my true destiny.

One of my oldest poems that I feel still rings true

#god #faith #black #race #identity #diversity

Dr Zik Mar 2015

TON, TICK, TICK, TON, TICK

Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Have a bath in time
Sing a song in rhyme

Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Don't act like a fool
Follow the good rule

Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Greet! Greet! Every one
Everywhere it's fun!

Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
You are healthy or sick!
do well earn a tick

Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
With smiling face
Learn by heart, its base

Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
If you right then face
be steady win race!

Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick
Ton, tick, tick, ton, tick

children's poem

#heart #rhyme #race #sick #smiling #win #learn #rule #excellent

Christopher K Bayliss Mar 2015

The Problem is Gone

The woes of life
we pass them on,
'cause if we can't see them
then the problem is gone.

We shudder when
we hear transgression
but we all watch on
and then take our confession.

Now that we're forgiven
we can carry on
cause if we can't see it
then the problem is gone.

The world we know
could be much better run,
removing the barrier,
deserting the gun.

Renounce all the greed
and announce it out loud.
That up until now
we cannot be proud.

Or we can stand still,
and not move on.
Cause if we pretend
then the problem is gone.

Could we stand together
and perhaps all refuse
to join in with hate
and reject racist views.

This is maybe the only
way that we can move on.
Cause if we all join together
then the problem is gone.

This poem is inspired by the stunning piece by RW Dennen
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1107285/spirit-of-the-edmund-pettus-bridge/
Give it a read, it is worth reading.

#love #hatred #rejection #together #race #greed

Meg B Mar 2015

Epilogue

White.
Female.
Middle Class.
Heterosexual.
Agnostic.
Libertarian.

Yeah.
That's me.
That's that first layer,
thin as the paper you could
read it on.
Just a
Jane Doe,
a nameless, faceless
demographic.

But peeling back the layers,
ripping through page on page of a complicated novel,
digging
down
into
a
bottomless
hole
to
China,
unravelling
the intricate
web of
stereotypestruthsliesassumptionsprejudice
and
there you will find
me,
a colorless genderless asexual
spirit whose frame
is crafted and molded
not with how the world
chooses to see me and
who "they" deem me to be;

no.

A guy that didn't know me well
once told me that I
spoke more urban than he
expected,
and I couldn't help but wonder why
someone from an urban area
couldn't speak like they were
from a city,
like somehow what he saw in my
whitefemaleheterosexualmiddleclassagnosticlibertarian
prologue forbade me
from speaking in colloquials and
abbreviations.
Oh, I apologize,
I laughed later to my friend,
law students are supposed to speak
with an ostentatious vocabulary and
an heir of
(superfluous) arrogance.

I am rarely a prototype
of what it means to be
White,
of what it means to be
female;
middle-class* or not,
my parents insisted at age 8
that I begin to understand
the value of a dollar;
my sexuality indicates little
about my level of attraction
to the world around me;
agnostic is really just a term
I put because I'm still trying to
figure out whether I really
believe everything I was forced to
learn at Catholic school;
and isn't Libertarian just a fancy
word for I don't want to
choose liberal or conservative?

It's insulting to
ingest how much is
insinuated about
my depth in
the shallowest of pools.
My cheeks burn hot
with frustration as I
try to balance on a beam
cracking underneath the weight of
a world that is constantly begging me
to go back in the neatly
wrapped package from which
the world would prefer I
came.

I'm not someone
you can put in a *******
box and
label;
you can't contain my
shine behind
blackout blinds;
I will burst out of your bubble
and break your glass ceilings;
I will scream at the top of
my lungs in a soundproof room
until you HEAR me.

I'm not meant to be judged
by my cover,
and neither are you.

We are meant to be read.

#religion #gender #stereotypes #book #politics #race #class #sexuality #breakingstereotypes #glassceiling

Adam Miles Christopher Bell Feb 2015

Sports day race

He wipes the moisture from his brow
The colour of a tomato fills his face,
as soon as we heard "GO!" he was gone,
doesn't he know that slow and steady win the race?

I don't run, I just walk slowly
I see my mother in the crowd, telling me to hurry.
Hasn't she realized that I am the Tortoise
and he is the hare.

I know I am right,
it said so in a book
we are racing around a circle
I see him and give a smug look.

For I am clever,
and he is nearing the finish line now.
haha how foolish!
He should've walked like I am,
now he'll have to rest his head in shame,
and just allow me to win this.

For he is the Hare,
but I am the tortoise.
And even the famous book says
"Slow and steady wins the race".

#book #run #race #school #children #quote #sports #pov