Being black Being LGBTQ Being muslim Just being me Or you just being you
We’re all supposed to be on the same team At least in my head But some people are close minded And want to see some of our teammates dead
Here’s something Jermine Hodge, a young black man said “I’m just like you a human red blood Emotions a moving figure Why should you treat me Like I’m about to pull the trigger?”
Over the centuries blacks have been discriminated Because of the color of their skin Causing a whole population of HUMANS to become sadder But at the end of the day we all bleed the same color So why should what’s on the outside even matter?
Being black, that automatically means you deal drugs And all the homies you hangout with, they’re just a bunch of thugs Who play with guns and are thieves Who gets chicks knocked up with their baby and then just leaves
Black people are the ones who walk around with sagging pants The ones who get bullied by the police over “suspected suspicion” and not remaining a “proper stance”
If they walk around in the wrong neighborhood it gives that scared white woman a good reason to dial But really it’s just a good opportunity to flash the blue lights and racially profile.
People say brown kids were born to end war between the two races But people who are racist at heart, won’t stop their cruel ways just because they see more brown faces
I don’t experience racism? That’s what they think But I’ve gotten called the N word ‘cause My skin isn’t like milk, it’s kinda like a mixed drink
And being gay? Nope “that’s a sin” God forbid us to love who WE wanted but little did he know love always wins
If you’re a man in love with a man, You’re obsessed with fashion and have a high pitched voice You see? We didn’t ask you we just insisted without giving any other choice.
And you’re a lesbian if you have tattoos, piercings and short hair And act like you have nothing to lose If you are in love with the same gender you don’t love god! Imagine what it’s like to be in his shoes!
You can’t judge someone because of who they identify as or who they love If it’s not affecting your life, it’s not something you should be concerned of
Now, Muslims. I guess they’re all terrorists huh? But I guess we judge an entire nation of people Based off of a few unfortunate attacks and call out the whole religion. DUH
If you’re wearing a Burqa or Hijab you get judged and looked at because you’re an assumed terrorist Yes 9/11 was a tragic day but we can’t blame all Muslims because of it
People will criticize no matter what But I can tell you what one of society’s errors is The muslim that sleeps in my house every single night IS NOT A ******* TERRORIST
White people get looked at as the racists ones But I can tell you that this stereotype isn’t true Because my white mom has many brown daughters and sons And my white grandmother on my dads side has 21 children 18 of them being adopted black kids, she took them all in because they were so beautiful and held her heart captive.
Negrophobia, Xenophobia, Homophobia, and Racism These are all made up things for glamorizing human criticism.
The point of this poem was to debunk what stereotypes do Also to remember never let lies and other people’s beliefs stop you from being unapologetically you
Her eyes are dark as night Her arms bruised and scared Her laugh Is hollow and and smiles fake They ask why she wears so many bracelets so she giggles and says its fashion Her name is Chelsea Snow and she is the 'it' girl of school No one knows her pain no one knows her past To them she's confident, ****, perfect, and always happy But she isn't At the age of 16 Chelsea's parents died At 17 her boyfriend started to abuse her 2 months after she fell into depression She isn't as stereotypical as everyone thinks I guess what I'm trying to say is don't judge a book by its cover
I’m not dumb I’m more or less irrational, I am quite passionful I have little self-control and I do not yet know my role I use slang and swear too much I think a lot and like to touch On things that have my interest Basketball, music, dance I like to take a glance, at women But that’s a given I am persistent, disobedient, and selfish And yet, I have one wish That’s to be rich, get girls and wake up Then do it all over again But then again it’s just a dream I struggle with relationships because they never last Then I listen to Drake and think about the past But then again he is no God He kind of puts on a fake façade Now let’s talk about God On the surface no one believes in him But I believe people do deep within I know God is one person I can rely on And that he’s no one I can defy upon So much pressure with my friends And then he goes and lends, me guidance This is me, I am a teenager - Jj