#racist
Ils consomment des chiens chauds, hot dogs
Aussi
Comme vous
Mais ils ne mangent pas de chiens
Jamais, jamais
Ils ne mangent pas de chats
Ils ne mangent pas d'animaux de compagnie
Jamais, jamais.
Les immigrants mangent des sangliers
C'est du ‘Griot piqué’
Ils ne mangent pas de lapins
Mais ils mangent du ‘Tasso épicé’
Et bien sûr, ils mangent des hot dogs, des chiens chauds.
Les Haïtiens mangent et boivent de la Soupe Joumou
Dans laquelle nagent des légumes et bien sûr des carottes
La cuisine haïtienne
Est très, très bonne
Les immigrants consomment de bonnes viandes
Comme vous.
Arrêtez d'être raciste
Arrêtez d'être fasciste
Vos ancêtres mangeaient des chiens
Pas les immigrants, pas les Antillais
Et surtout pas les Haïtiens
Arrêtez cette haine honteuse
Pensez à votre sort
Au dernier rendez-vous
Les immigrants mangent des cochons frits
Comme des milliards d'Américains
Qui aiment les tartes aux pommes
Arrêtez les mensonges, arrêtez tous les mensonges.
P.S. Traduction de ‘They Eat Good Hot Dogs’.
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Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 11:35 PM UTC
In case you are wondering, to whom I am addressing
I’ll clear that part for you, so you won’t have to be guessing
Aiming at the racist ones, words are my sole arsenal
And if you’re like them too, go ahead and take it personal
What I will emphasize may look to y’all as history
From humanity’s standpoint; it’s a big shame and mystery
It sure happened in the past, this ain’t a current topic
Or it’s maybe still around, hurtful and traumatic
Man was treated as goods, traded in public auctions
Disgrace was all over with no sign of conscience
Body wasn’t enough, you also wanted mind and soul
Wow! You must’ve paid a fortune to buy ’em all
Please answer me, Dear Sirs. What happened to empathy?
Do you know what the word refers? Taking the fifth already?
You never thought of yourself in the body of color
Yet gave long-ass speeches on dignity and honor
You were rough on the surface, to make them obey
Who knows how rotten in inside. And all that was okay
Captivated a race and gave them the stupid belief
That they were secondary and all they deserved was grief
Motivation was obvious; millions of things to take care
Slaves cost less than anything. You couldn’t even compare
Don’t run away now, we just heated the subject
He is a human being Mister, not a ******* object
Oh, I see, you don’t wanna face the sheer fact
That indeed your cruel ancestors attacked
These innocent African tribes for no good reason
In a barefaced manner despite the Age of Reason
And you’re not ready to redeem their deadly sin
Alright! Stand up and admit then. All humans are close kin
It’s **** important. Do you even know why?
That is to say to residues of racism bye-bye
Opportunity gap, project houses, ****** education
Are the real meanings of the word discrimination
Biased justice with never ending prejudice on Blacks
Are updated slavery forms deserving a good smack
You are mostly haughty for the things you didn’t earn
Race and color are given, but you have yet to learn
No man’s a property for your royal dynasty
Facing and accepting this takes a lot of honesty
Freedom was vague when society was stratified
Where the aristocracy were safely identified
By color, neighborhood, and school in the whole nation
In ********* good-old-days, during segregation
Do me a favor and don’t give me the cliché
That all **** sapiens had an equal say
It is not the truth even nowadays
Let alone back in those dark days
For all the years they have chosen to be violent
Slave owners don’t have the right to remain silent
Before giving me the crap on Afro-American’s wrongdoings
Let’s put you in their shoes and see how you’re doing
It’s not like Blacks need a defense from this ground
To see how they get even with you, just look around
Jazz, rap, hip hop, soul, reggae and blues for that matter
Non-black pants below waist, what a cross-cultural endeavor
Look at youngsters’ hands, when they’re saluting each other
Trust me, there is nothing white, it’s all from Black brother
In return is belittlement, denial, tyranny and attack
All while they are transforming and painting you solid Black
It all began in New York with the Harlem Renaissance
Artistic, rebellious and witty. Possibly the best response
I know what I’m talking about with absolute faith
Once my home address was 135th and 8th
Stop pompously calling this junk as modernity
It’s in fact nothing but big fat white sovereignty
Nonetheless you are more than welcome to anticipate
That in fact communities of color will emancipate
You from yourself in time, if you know what I mean
Too deep to grasp, huh? For what you have been
I can almost hear that you’re constantly asking me
While me being white, oh sorry. A brown maybe
Why on earth am I now irritating the past?
Like what happened back then is not manifest
I’m not even black, right. But in all fairness
I question the past to raise some awareness
I suppose it’s both because of my aching heart
Feeling in the history for this vile part
And also because of my Turkish nationality
That’s Europe’s Black these days, with Asian paternity
Add to that as well a keenness for reality
Truth needs to be cried out, it’s my personality
This way or that way, what difference does it make
Ignore who says it. Embrace the truth for God’s sake
Most great thinkers felt deeply for the human
With their vast and perpetual acumen
It’s not a duty assigned to philosophers only
We must do the same, so no race becomes lonely
There is no other way to the salvation of mankind
Notice it already! Don’t insist on being blind
If you’ve yet to realize what matters the most
It’s your efforts to solve the problem we diagnosed
Make no mistake, we don’t cry over spilt milk here
Action must speak louder than the words to clear
This longstanding injustice along with insincerity
A bleeding wound that is blocking solidarity
Here’s your chance to make it all right again
Treat people equally, I bet you’ll get an Amen
Kindly stop acting like nothing happened in the past
Labyrinth’s says it’s time for understanding at last
March 12th, 2019
labyrinth
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 11:06 AM UTC
Your heart is a bigoted black blocked up deceptive rock.
That factory in your face is mass producing lies.
We’re staring at your misogyny but we can’t seem to open our eyes.
But your eyes are openly, loud, racist, and “strong.”
Your sweaty palms washing our brains til right is wrong
And we can’t look away ‘cuz Tee rump’s plastic grass is greener.
We gotta fight against decency ‘cuz Tee rump’s ******** is cleaner.
So where in this heated climate would anyone choose to dwell
Without your lullaby sleepily guiding us straight to hell?
We put the truth and your lies
Side by side
But **** it! we still can’t decide
Looking at you shark-toothed grin it’s hard to tell
Something’s fishy here but we’re so hate-high we can barely smell
So now you’ve locked our chests, put our intellects in jail
Bribed a pig for the key, then bailed with our bail
You dunked a drunk judge in a bucket of scotch
It ain't the first or last time you grab justice by the crotch
You seduced the law with a hot batch of rumors
Half-baked in gullible minds, malignant tumors
Arthur’s new table was round, Aryan’s new office is oval.
Stars, stripes, and anthem, all kneeling to the ****
Sold Dr King's legacy for a Wall and a Ban
But woke folks with woke souls and woke voices
Prayed up for an answer
He above Pre-replied to your Islamophobic throat cancer:
“Nay, We hurl the Truth against falsehood, and it knocks out its brains, and behold, falsehood vanishes!” Quran 21:18
So who cares if you whitewashed half the brains?
Them brains are on the floor; Diverse Truth stomped them out.
Opened the door & kicked the rumor mill out
Emptied the brainwasher and dumped out the trash
Set your Xenophobia on fire and told you to kiss my ***
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
Count or stop to count
7, 6, 5… then silence.
Started from the one to countless
Fatally wounded, again inequitable ethnic
the trumpet sound of trauma
In a private car, but this was
not a public performance
7 bullets transmit the pride and prejudice
Police have millions of reasons to suspect,
but we criticize the moon—
tonight it’s dark as hell in a drawer.
Count or stop to count
5,6,7… then gun violence.
His truth is lazy
and infinite as broken glass.
You are in our prayers— we pray infinitely.
We would like to have
a brave trumpet show for ourselves—
Deep sorrow, tumultuous but informative.
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
the media endlessly repeat
a video with a white police officer
kneeling on a handcuffed black guy
who keeps saying “I can’t breathe”
until he dies
*********** of violence
of the worst kind
makes you feel guilty
like a ******
both repelled and fascinated
racist ****** perpetrated
blatant
in full sight
by one whose badge claims
he protect you from harm
outrageous
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
I sit alone in an English garden
And gaze in awe at sunset sky
Where colours paint a masterpiece
So exquisite to the eye
From deep maroons to orange fire
It fades into a yellow fan
And sprinkles specks of fading clouds
That sink to rendezvous with dawn
And as I marvel at this display
In silence and at evening's rest
I think of those so far away
Undergoing violent fiery test
Across the sea and over time
A million voices rage and cry
At evil acts by law's decree
That can no longer be denied
Where justice is not black and white
And hate's hunger is so overfed
For authority is on white pages
In ink that reads a ****** red
An army of intolerance
A brotherhood of hate
Bedecked by badge of bludgeoning
And tazer in each state
Crushing spirit and stealing peace
While demanding our respect
While shocking limbs and rocking lives
And kneeling on the neck
Instilled with warped ideology
That debases human mind
Tainted white superiority
And so divided of humankind
But where is hate's validity?
How is it justified?
Where is their authority
To harrass and to divide?
For none can claim to be the first
To be the proudest purest race
For America was full of colour
Before Europe found that place
Did these men not swear an oath
To “disharge faithfully and well”
And defend all citizens equally
And truth to uphold and to tell?
And did they not seal their oath
With promise solemn and divine
Proclaiming liberty and devotion
“So help me God” the final line!
And what do we know of our creator
Is he so hard and partial too?
Is God's likeness just caucasian
Or is his love both fair and true
His words are there for all to see
In the Bible's pages plain and clear
That God does not show favouritism
But loves all those who hold Him dear
For when the greatest artist made
The races that dwell on earth today
He used a pallet and brush of life
And a million colours to stroke and splay
For this world is not black and white
Nor grey or dull and monochrome
But is crowned with dazzling glorious colours
No shade is missing, no not one
So if it pleases God to paint
This earth in colours of his love
Then surely skin of many colours
Must be a gift of God above
So please Mr Police Officer
Before you terrorize more souls
Because their skin is not like yours
Be sure you know your cause and goal
For it is not for liberty
Nor for honour that you whack
And do not think that God approves
Of your vile and prejudiced attacks
For you dishonour that badge you wear
And the land that you protect
And with every blow you turn to black
You **** the law and lose respect
And in case you think me biased
And writing to support my kind
Please know I am male and white
And just like God, I'm colour-blind
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
9 minutes in **** spent
pleading for rights the world has
failed to give him, but the white man
won't listen as long as he’s on that racist
coloured mission - hell bent at the knee;
snap, crack and one final bark as a shade
of black is smashed, into the sharp, hard
ground of the world he once trod, cherished
and loved - so, please don't be silent, pick up
what is left at the pavement, a human life
taken, shackled, name-cuffed to a
movement that should have never
been needed, but it now rises out
of a community shattered,
to defend those lives that
should have always
mattered.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
Why did you used violence
When he doesn’t have weapons?
Why did you used violence
And left all his children
Fatherless?
I wonder what is with the brutality
Choked a helpless man on the street
He was willing to do your order, let go of your knee
When he said he can’t breathe
Why did you used violence
Without any good reason?
Why did you used violence
When he was innocent?
Why did you used violence
Is it because he is a black person?
Now it’s not your concern
Because now he can breathe peacefully in heaven
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
Black
Is it a crime to be black? Should i be castigated for my skin color?
Am I less of a human? Or is the fear that I am more? I’ll leave that for later.
They say black lives matter but does it really? They say their neighbours are black, that their barber down the road is black. They try to relate to everything black except what it actually means to be black.
The white eye don’t see what the black eye sees. The white life don’t don’t feel what the black life feels.
How can you play down a fear that you don’t feel? A fear that you instilled.
Tomorrow isn’t promised but that doesn’t give you the right to take away my tomorrow today.
I tell my kids they are the leaders of tomorrow but that is if that they can get through today.
The victims could have me or you. Sadly could still be. Think of the ones that have been brushed aside, with no camera or evidence to prove a thing. Think of the pain caused over the years. The worst part is? This is not a one-off, painfully It is just a matter of time before this happens again.
So do not tell me how to feel. I don’t tell you how to **** But it does seem like you do pick and choose who to **** Would you still be you if you could pick? That is for you to answer. The blood that you’ve spilled, it’s time for you to answer.
If we are picking and choosing I would pick repeatedly to be
Black
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
In My House
by Michael R. Burch
When you were in my house
you were not free—
in chains bound.
Manifest Destiny?
I was wrong;
my plantation burned to the ground.
I was wrong.
This is my song,
this is my plea:
I was wrong.
When you are in my house,
now, I am not free.
I feel the song
hurling itself back at me.
We were wrong.
This is my history.
I feel my tongue
stilting accordingly.
We were wrong;
brother, forgive me.
Published by Black Medina. Keywords/Tags: racism, racist, slavery, chains, plantation, burned, house, free, freedom, history, forgive, forgiveness, brother, brotherhood, understanding, tolerance, equality, justice
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC
My blues they come from those cotton days
Black slaves bought by southern racist ways
Cruel white leaders, and if our lips were to loose
This would be our ending with a tight rope noose
Simple chords, with lyrics of choice
A wealthy white boy searching for voice
Colored teaching whites, but ends with abuse
Everything ending with a tight rope noose
I brought my blues from the cotton days
Black folks appalled by others racist ways
Country of white leaders, if our lips were to loose
Everything ending with a tight rope noose
Sad child from the city mansion practices inside
A coloured mans tune on his mind, while pool-side
Racist born father with rules and abuse
Everything ending with a tight rope noose
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
They once had Auction and ***** Sale signs, just up ahead
******* were sold dirt cheap and were going home bled
Branded them slaves, even made ‘em dig their own grave
Southern folk, had bragging’ rights, but not all brave
Did a whole lot more, than work the plantation cotton fields
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past conceals
They were once leanin’ towards a war path
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey
They were hung, if they were to ever astray
They got strong, then blew the white trash away
They got slack, then inhaled the white gangsta pathway
They are now lookin’ forward to the sunny daze
They then had war and peace signs, just up above
Groupies were told rock hard and don’t go falling in love
Branded them playmates, even made ‘em find more babes
Rock superstars, had bragging’ rights, but not all spades
Don’t know a whole lot more, about what Woodstock reveals
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past feels
They were once leanin’ towards a war path
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey
They were hung, if they were to ever astray
They got strong, then blew the white trash away
They got slack, then inhaled the white gangsta pathway
They are now lookin’ forward to the sunny daze
They now have entry and exit signs, just up there
Wealthy were told to gate up and don’t go walking anywhere
Branded them snobbish, even made ‘em buy brands online
Ghetto gangsta’s, had bragging’ rights, but not all offline
Don’t know a whole lot more, about what society dreams
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past achieves
They were once leanin’ towards a war path
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey
They were hung, if they were to ever astray
They got strong, then blew the white trash away
They got slack, then inhaled the white gangsta pathway
They are now lookin’ forward to the sunny daze.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
We Are All Human;
Gender or Wealth,
Religion or Race.
If you disagree,
Then you're a disgrace.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
For those who are the future:
Don’t use your freedom as a red carpet for a popular pop singer, or a president.
Don’t walk on it to get a phone that is smarter than you!
Don’t hate, erase all the lines on the map, unite your nationalities to “ human”, let love spread through the oceans.
Don’t be racist, racism pulls the nations back, and the souls down.
Don’t be a slave for the brand of your shirt, for the kardashians granddaughters lips, or for the green paper.
Don’t be a slave for the nothingness, for what will be gone.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Gender ******
truth pretender
parents send her
life defender
he's a ******
slimy maggot
feeling ragged
bag and tag it
hurting words
spitting herds
cheezy curds
stupid nerds
mental case
dizzy space
ugly face
**** my race
Time to kneel
grab a feel
scary tweel
innocence steal
Eat a steak
garden rake
veggie snake
life forsake
Not pretend
we defend
savior send
the end
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
he brought a gun to school
with the lesson in a form of a bullet
he is the one around that everyone fears
the one you must and shall obey
his knuckle duster harder
than the front of a car
his fingernails ******
with the blood of his victims
the teacher
the one who preaches in the lessons
who pays no attention to the cold words
the violence and the red stain in the hallways
the teacher
he said to us
about a new boy around
his face is darker than chocolate
and has a gleaming happy smile
but with feelings of nerve
he said to treat him well
to be good little boy
to tell him what good little students we are
to show him all the harsh rules
did we understand?
that was the question asked
what did we all answer at the end of the day?
yes sir!
but soon
his dark skin was bleeding
bruised and beaten
black and blue
his eyes had a blacker ring
his nerves were skyrocketting
his happy smile gone
in one single punch
one cruel word
that was all it took
now there is a hole
a bullet hole in his kind heart
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
You are a 2017 conservative?
And proud.
A dedicated believer in Jesus?
I say it loud!
You believe in the Constitution?
As far as it goes.
Is there something wrong with it?
Every Conservative knows.
What would you change if you could?
We’d throw out foreigners.
But weren't all Caucasians foreigners once.
Don’t be a dunce.
But, we were. We came from Europe.
That’s just an excuse.
You doubt what I just said to you?
No, but it’s a ruse.
In what way is what I asked a ruse?
It doesn’t fit the issue.
So, equality for everyone is no good?
It’s as thin as tissue.
There are people who are less deserving?
You **** right.
Like who? (I find this all most unnerving.)
Anyone who isn’t white!
So, just the white people in our land?
You got it now.
Doesn’t the Constitution say they are equal?
That’s for those who bow.
Bow to who? Of who do you approve?
Christian Whites, of course!
And the rest can just go die or move?
I’ll say it until I'm hoarse.
It seems that you don’t approve of this country?
Just the government.
But, isn’t it built to serve and protect all of us?
That’s not what they meant!
The founding fathers didn’t mean all of us?
No, they meant Christian Whites!
And what about the rest of us citizens?
You were never supposed to have rights.
So, non-Caucasians are God's only people?
That's what I said.
But Jesus was a Jew, and not a Causasian.
Put that out of your head.
But you wouldn't let him have any rights today?
Jesus would see into my heart.
I wonder if he heard all this, what he would say?
You think you're so smart!
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
We should throw a party and then
Dump a Trump
Give Trump lumps
Make him jump.
Drag him over the same kind of bumps
He dragged us and laughed at us.
Dump a Trump!
Deserves a massive thump;
He’s a whiny grump!
Dump a Trump!
Anyone who has the name of Trump
Should kiss our collective ****
We should get together and just
Dump a Trump
Oust that schlump
To the city dump.
Treat him like he treated those before
And send him home on a city bus.
Dump a Trump!
Deserves a massive thump;
He’s a whiny grump!
Dump a Trump!
Anyone who has the name of Trump
Should kiss our collective ****
Let's call a convention and
Dump a Trump!
He’s a festering clump
As dim as Forest Gump.
New Yorkers call him a stupid ****
We hope all see that he is finally busted
That his former shine is obviously rusted.
Dump a Trump!
Deserves a massive thump!
He’s a whiny grump!
Dump a Trump!
Anyone who has the name of Trump
Should kiss our collective ****
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
When Donald Trump opened the floodgates last year,
by basing his campaign on paranoid fear;
By embracing the zealots, the hawks, the alt-right,
he emboldened the racists to take up his fight.
When Donald Trump barks and belittles and bellows,
he ends up with strange and revolting bedfellows,
who think, 'cause they're white they can fight and can ****
which, with horror, we witnessed there in Charlottesville.
When Donald Trump won't quickly, strongly condemn
the racists and nazis, he's standing with them.
When he's vague, non-committal, or responds with delay,
he's disgusting, pathetic, and as worthless as they.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
Across the field
Lay the shield
Of a beheaded
Soldier...
Stuck in the mud
Near a burnt truck
Stood a victories
Sword...
Soaked in red
A few lay dead
Others fled for
Life...
It was war, played
Out of racist hate
Now it's too late
Again...
The sunset seems ******
Dark skies, so cloudy
The atmos looks rowdy
Tonight...
A final racist battle
Maybe to settle
But I hear metal
Rattling...
I was born human first
Before peoples request
On race and religion
Quest...
**** or be killed
A new religion, filled
The society to yield
Acceptance!
©sim
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC