#bias
In a store full of colourful linen,
red or black, my fingers hesitate.
Like silk they slid between my fingers,
no difference except their colour.
I wore the black in the dressing room,
fitting my body, like a second skin.
Better than red I thought,
because black is my favorite.
Red was just a colour I passed by.
I walk out, black linen in my bag.
Years later, I am sure you will hear me say—
Red was better, yet black is my favorite.
I know black is better suited— yes
it is definitely better suited to me.
Raziel Vale
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
There’s a white man, standing
by the corner; no one questions it.
Two shades darker, and he’s
brought in for questioning.
But this isn’t black or white—
not quite; just a judge of character;
but character changes in different
light.
Same corner. Same man.
Just a different light.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC
Freedom is at a price many people can’t afford
So they settle for slavery and become slaves to their biases,
Education tries to set them free
But they ignore it as they sleep with ignorance
Blaming family heritages for poor upbringing
Acting like they don’t have a brain to start thinking on their own
The price of freedom starts with the courage to address our differences and the will to listen
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC
Bias
Leads to prejudice
To malice
To injustice
To fanaticism
To nepotism
To vice
To avarice
To cynicism
To favoritism
To lust
To mistrust
To bigotry
To insanity
To corruption
To discrimination
To steal
To ****
To ignorance
To violence
To extremism
To racism
And to terrorism.
Fairness
Gives to happiness
To equality
To liberty
To friendship
To courtship
To justice
To peace
To love
Of the Spirit above.
Copyright © June 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
I know you been trippin
isolation got you paranoid
altering your vision
got you p!ssed and
now you're blind to joy
hurt led to you sippin
on the liquor
tryna fill the void
but didn't
when you listen
silence makes a noise
audible breath
I can't help but be annoyed
the reason you can't see the point
is due to lack of confidence
all taken by your inner voice
internal sound you can't avoid
convincing you your only choice
is talking 💩 to mirrors
untill loathing for yourself deploys
and any poise
you built through the years is gone
introducing clouds of doubt
at will till all your fears are strong
and escalate in magnitude
which makes more hateful attitude
missed connections leaving you
confused and if the truth alludes
blanks and unknown answers
tend to get filled in with biased views
messing up your mood
with perception askew
and you dont even have a clue
what really is
lost grip on reality
your teeth grit
and stressin
starts to become a formality
you start to forget
about how it grows very rapidly
weight increases
and it almost feels as if the gravity
just increased nearly ten fold
seems you got your zen stole
consumed by a black hole
forming in your lost soul
burning like some hot coal
jolting like a pothole
makes it tough to not go
a little bit crazy
can't give up I fought those
demons thought I got close
but it seems that shots dont
hit with vision hazy
but a shot in the dark
can still create a spark
for a moment which opens
glimpses of where to start
searching for your mark
you gotta stay sharp
like teeth of a shark
so it's a walk in the park
the journey is a part
of this life you must love
destination counts but the amount is not above
lovin how you get there
how you've grown and woven
until threadbare
sometimes it wont seem fair
but when the good's deemed rare
its held in higher standard
than if everything pandered
to every desire
and if nothing
was ever tampered
with
unless you've felt like 💩
you might not appreciate
the way happiness hits
unless you've truly felt
at some point overwhelmed
by the
cards you been dealt
prolly couldn't even tell
how special it is
when everything is goin well
don't let greed ****** you
and trap you under its spell
detatch from expectations
for less disappointment
widen your horizon of appreciation
and join them when
things go right
for others not just you
don't compete or start pickin fights
just simply go and do
whatever makes you happy
what truly makes you happy?
you should do that
that's nothing but facts
just smile give em that
and love where you are at
life f**ks us all
I've been taught though as well
it's still possible to unfuck yourself
it just takes time, patience,
and sometimes help
dont have to go through it all by yourself....
But I'm still all by myself
Oh well...
yeah yeah
Oh well...
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
They carved my name in silence, not gold,
In the ledger of “useless,” bitter and cold.
One slip just one and the scroll rewrote,
Years of grace drowned in a single note.
I bowed with reverence, not for their crown,
But for the myth that teachers don’t look down.
Yet they measured worth by tuition paid,
Not by the soul or scars I’ve displayed.
They smiled at rebels, gave them light,
While I, the quiet, was cloaked in night.
No reward for being good, no balm,
Just the echo of blame, void of calm.
So let me be bad, if good is unseen,
Let me wear thorns, not petals pristine.
If virtue’s currency is never spent,
Then let me rise from their contempt.
I am not their puppet, nor their pawn,
I am the storm that breaks their dawn.
Time will etch me in truths they missed,
In the ink of fire, not a teacher’s list.
Let them choke on the silence they gave,
While I build sanctuaries from every grave.
I’ll prove my worth not for their gaze
But for the stars that know my blaze.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
I can't tell you I know why
I think I know the things I know.
But somehow, I think I know,
Some Things I probably shouldn't know.
And I know how not “knowing”
Things you think you're supposed to know,
Can Keep you from ever knowing—
ego’s like to lie and say we know.
We all know we'll never know,
Everything with all there is to know. .
And Not knowing what or when to know,
Ensures that we might never know.
There's one thing I'm sure we know,
Its Most of all we'll ever know,
Are things we'll never really know,
Believing we already know.
I know there's things that I don't know,
And you might think you actually know,
But you know something? I think we both know
Neither can know what the other knows.
Though we both know of things That
we, as people, thought we'd never know.
Until that moment hits us hard
To let us know. “Well, now you know.”
But I know there's a higher knowing,
That knows think I know, but don't.
I think it knows the way my “knowing”
Seems to know but can't and won't.
And it's not like I even know
you don't know what I know. You know?
I just know there's something that knows it all
That we'd never want to know
But If you really think you know,
This thing I think that no one knows.
Then that would mean I didn't know.
Something I would've sworn I know
And I don't know just how to tell you
Of things I hope you'll never know,
Cause I'm not sure I know
If either one of us can even know.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 2:10 AM UTC
It’s hard to care when you constantly consume
And casually crawl to your next careless doom.
Drown the dreadful sound of death and distresses
With doing diligent duties of deadlifts and presses.
Present your body, perfect your posture,
Purposely pose and perform, what do you offer?
Over and over, overlook the overlooked
And over emphasize and obsess over our looks.
Life is lost; lifeless ,limp and not much left,
Their little limbs lie still and lose all red,
Yet I read and ritualistically refuse to realize
The reality of death, the relentless killing reeling past my eyes.
Everything feels ephemeral, even eons feel like they evaporate;
Every evil event blinds me more and expresses empathy into a concentrate
Which I don’t take;
Which I waste;
My empathetic blood over coagulates-
I’m hardened,
I’m numb,
I’m used to seeing darkness overcome,
But I’m hurting
With head hung;
Is there no way to protect the young?
Is there no way to make a change?
It feels like everything stays the same!
It feels like the west has left this plane
With no plans for right east days.
A mentality of me means we must make
Sure this sense of self is seated in a superior way.
Western ways, wave goodbye, wave your waste-
We are all walking westward without willingly changing pace!
We’re unaware of our own blazed trails,
We’re unaware of the paths we take.
We’re barely even taking a path in the first place.
We’re barely moving, barely speaking,
Barely seeing or even breathing.
I say we, but I mean me, because I know I’m barely feeling,
But conviction in spirit makes all the burying less appealing;
I’m finally folding open each eyelid one at a time,
Prying my eyes into a state that they don’t normally provide;
And I will watch the world for what it really is;
And I will watch the church for what it really is;
And I will watch the body for what it really is;
And I will watch the Christians for who they really are;
And I will watch my brothers and see who they really are;
And I will weep for what I watch and see what really is and who really are,
And how far we’ve fallen from where we say we’ve been,
When we haven’t moved in centuries past the threshold of our own doors,
Or invited others in need to come stand upon our floors.
I imagine what it would be like to believe over seas,
Brought up in darkness, poverty, plagued by disease;
I saw it said the other day,“lord let my next trial be how well can I handle money”
But they are blind to the root of many evils, the toxicity of greed.
Because getting what you can and given little is all we breed
And carve into the hearts of families, worshiping capitalistic means!
“God made capitalism” is such a funny thing to see,
It’s as if we never read an ounce of what we preach.
As if all other nations are dammed by man made decrees,
Divided on how to govern, how to create freedom, or how to eat.
These are tedious things that have no worth.
Tedious things will end up burnt;
Tedious tidy-ups and tie-ups to tuning life will leave you hurt-
It’s overwhelming being caught in the web of pseudo Christianity, pseudo faith and fruit;
Believing what they say as absolute-
At the same time I ponder the reality that my faith has doubts too,
Like how the Bible is made by man, and God’s hands,
Yet infallible, with pure intentions and plans.
Can I accept that?
I know some of you can’t?
But then what is left that can stand?
Do we determine the character of God like west-wing prophets?
Do we trust ourselves to know God’s thoughts and process?
Pick and choose then pick and lose?
Pick a faulty step and then pick a noose?
Do I trust in you?
You who also say that they’re happy with Alligator Alcatraz?
Who laugh when families are taken from their dads?
Who cheer for pain and suffering of others?
Who don’t know even the slightest meaning to the word brother?
Or do I follow you who worships the endless pit of consumption?
The one who can’t live without getting something?
Never content because you are chasing around a doorless fence;
Worshiping the air, the particles, or even the sound of your breath.
Always hungry, always changing, never considering the emptiness.
In all of this I find comfort in two greatly forsaken ways:
Laying down my life for others,
And in my demise giving thanks.
I am thankful for my pain.
I am thankful for suffering when I do.
I would rather suffer than watching it happen to you.
My prayers recently have been along the lines of this:
“Jesus may you save those in pain and show me how I can help.
May you bring peace to all who are suffering, even though their lives are hell.
Open my eyes to see the ways that I ignore their yells,
And may you help me to love greatly, even if it hurts myself.
Thank you for my family, my son, my wife, my home.
Thank you for being here with me even when I feel alone.
Thank you for your blessings and I trust you always provide.
Even when I have nothing, I know you’re by my side.
Help me to endure what is needed to break off the heavy spells
That this world is casting day by day to make me hate myself.
I love you Lord and how your word has never let me down;
Pastors, brothers, and friends all will; in you, help me have no doubts”.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 6:41 AM UTC
🐺
The more I understand man
and what he’s capable of…
the more I am convinced
the wolf was framed
and Little Red
wrote the story.
🧣🧣
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 8:54 AM UTC
“I'll find them"
I say as I come across another corpse
The blood leaking out of the open wounds inflicted upon them.
Turning their intellect into a poison
that eats them inside out.
They're gone now (blanched from existence),
I look around
And see the bones on which
My “exceptionalism” stands.
Unnoticed by most
but I sense their ghosts in the spaces that should be filled.
The same system that killed my kin,
demands I cannibalize them
to sell me as a relic - a reminder of what was
But I never forget - or forgive - a murderer.
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 7:02 AM UTC
My honest opinion on hate?
Love it!
Smother it with compassion!
Being blindingly gentle
And barbarically kind!
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 1:35 PM UTC
The only thing fair in life is death,
It comes for everyone,
Young or old,
Good or Evil,
Beautiful or unsightly.
It doesn’t discriminate,
It’s not plagued by the modernity of society,
It is just,
And unbiased.
It doesn’t care who you are,
Or what you are.
Everything created,
Must be destroyed,
And what destroys better than death?
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
Black Robe
High Bench
Pursed Lips.
Furrowed Brow
Hand to Chin
The Perfect Pose.
Letter of Law
Bias Hidden
Masked Indifference.
Walk the Mile
Tighten Straps
Pull the Lever.
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC
Wave after wave, a playful gale flurries,
To the outstretched palm of Mother Nature,
Each tamed to a steady caress,
As she tends, lovingly nurtures,
Her arboretums underwater,
Where blooms and seaweed sway, unbothered.
An albatross aloft, above,
Not biting on wind’s game of riddles,
Indifferent to which way comes gust,
Unfazed, steadfast, like sky-held buoy.
Then blows my way, at last,
Someone to toy - I’m not as rigid,
And flutters my lips to swear out dust.
I fall for it so easily. Oh boy.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 7:54 AM UTC
Be unrealistic, congratulations!
You are privileged.
And think me wrong,
I am only a realist.
If you don't like the observational
It's because you fail to see
Things as they really are
And rather, how you'd like them to be.
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 4:08 PM UTC
We shout many views,
are seldom examining --
our very standpoints.
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 3:57 AM UTC
Old Man Joe says,
Black and white is the art form,
When images can be captured,
Rendered in color.
To him,
The true art is in the frame,
The composition,
The contrast,
Light versus dark.
He says color makes it an image,
But monochrome makes it a treasure,
Such simplicity,
Relying on such grey,
To convey…
A story?
An emotion?
A statement?
Black and white,
If life were only that simple,
As it is filled with pigments,
A spectrum of ********
To him.
My dear friend detests,
The rendition of color.
Through the glass,
He sees nothing but shades,
Of nothing.
Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 9:44 PM UTC
I am woke,
Yet living in a nightmare
Of prejudice.
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
eyes on my skin
hands on my hair
eyes on my words
hands on my thoughts
eyes on my home
hands on my rights
eyes on my fun
hands on my slog
eyes on my past
hands on my fate
eyes on my womb
hands on my kin
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
Stop spreading biases concerning girls,
Appearance is not the thing defining us
The real arguments are knowledge, thoughts.
Please understand it all and trust.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC
Society is powerful.
It is mash-up of ignorance and fear
Everyone assuming the other knows more
Terrified of being outed
But they all know nothing and they bounce their nothingness off of one another and call them “ideas”
We’ve become a people so lazy that we no longer need to think for ourselves
We read headlines & let the suits do the rest
Letting their bias become ours
Letting their agenda become ours
Who can speak for the people if the people don’t speak?
My glasses didn’t use to be this rose-colored
It’s funny what blood will do to things.
Society is powerful.
We all recognize we shouldn’t be ruled by it, so we go to bed cursing it
but the glimmer catches our eye just we drift off
And I wake up kissing the ring.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC
It's a-
Rainy day,
A brilliant night!
It's a-
****** life,
A dirt-dirty fight!
Give me the knife,
My veins are ready to open wide,
This is my life,
I'll live it like I died.
It's the-
Broken city,
Shredded streets!
It's the-
Bomb blast,
Knocks us from our feet!
Hand me the needle,
I'll sew us up again,
Take back the knife,
This isn't how we end.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Oh ugly butterfly
They think less of you
When you were a caterpillar
There was hope
The children caught you
Placed you in a jar
Picked you leaves
And watched you grow
Hatched
From a cocoon
Sprouted wings
But "oh no"
They were not colorful
The children released you
Just let you go
"Fly away ugly butterfly"
They scream and shout
"We do not love you
for you are not beautiful"
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
You ain’t no good judge of me
You’re way too much in love with me
You’re biased eyes they mislead you
You don’t see what’s in front of you
Don’t put me higher than I am
**** the angel you think I am
Adjust your vision to see reality
Don’t be fooled by my beauty
I am evil, a ruthless beast
Don’t forgive me, don’t let me feast
On you weakness and your care
I’ll devour it and steal your air
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC