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"hispanics" poems
Dear Donald Trump You don’t know me but I sadly know you Your face has been plastered on tv screens and newspapers for so long And your words have cut into my soul like a knife Twisting each time you spew your venom Never in my life have I been more scared of a man until now I am now forced to be more aware of my surroundings because your supporters are hidden in crowds waiting… Despite all your crushing charades I have never been more proud to be the minority Because for the first time I see my communities standing together Seeing my family work hour on hour only proves you’re a fraud Cause unlike you I spit the truth not lies I preserve differences you block them I strive to build peace between nations while you rather build a wall to separate it News flash, us Hispanics don’t want to be in any country you’re running We aren’t these lazy or uneducated ganstas you make us out to be Us Hispanics are your backbone Were the ones building the skyscrapers you got with your “small loan” We’re the ones that make you look good to your “followers” because we’re your foundation I mean let’s be honest Without us you’d be nothing The only reason you’d be recognized is because you bought a role on home alone 2 And by some weird chance of faith you’ve managed to stay in this twisted race You’ve managed to scare us straight And with some hesitation I say you’ve actually helped us We are now united and stronger than ever Because you’ve open our eyes to the fact that we must fight So as I close my letter want to thank you Because of you my family has finally registered to vote Because of you our determination grows stronger So excuse me if my poem causes you frustration But I thought you deserved some type of credit
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
Dear Donald Trump
Dear Donald Trump You don’t know me but I sadly know you Your face has been plastered on tv screens and newspapers for so long And your words have cut into my soul like a knife Twisting each time you spew your venom Never in my life have I been more scared of a man until now I am now forced to be more aware of my surroundings because your supporters are hidden in crowds waiting… Despite all your crushing charades I have never been more proud to be the minority Because for the first time I see my communities standing together Seeing my family work hour on hour only proves you’re a fraud Cause unlike you I spit the truth not lies I preserve differences you block them I strive to build peace between nations while you rather build a wall to separate it News flash, us Hispanics don’t want to be in any country you’re running We aren’t these lazy or uneducated ganstas you make us out to be Us Hispanics are your backbone Were the ones building the skyscrapers you got with your “small loan” We’re the ones that make you look good to your “followers” because we’re your foundation I mean let’s be honest Without us you’d be nothing The only reason you’d be recognized is because you bought a role on home alone 2 And by some weird chance of faith you’ve managed to stay in this twisted race You’ve managed to scare us straight And with some hesitation I say you’ve actually helped us We are now united and stronger than ever Because you’ve open our eyes to the fact that we must fight So as I close my letter want to thank you Because of you my family has finally registered to vote Because of you our determination grows stronger So excuse me if my poem causes you frustration But I thought you deserved some type of credit
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First Trump came for the Women 
And I  spoke out
 Because I am a woman. Then Trump came for the Disabled
 And I spoke out 
Because I am not disabled. Then Trump came for the Lgbt Community
 And I spoke out
 Because I am Pansexual. Then Trump came for the African Americans And I spoke out
 Because I am not African American. Then Trump came for the Hispanics
 And I spoke out
 Because I am Hispanic. Then Trump came for the Muslims
 And I spoke out
 Because I am not Muslim. Just because it isn't you doesn't mean that you can't fight And speak out Because it helps others to do the same.
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Trump Came For
The big day was a week away The streets were being swept Folding stands erected Where homeless, last week slept To make a good impression The Mayor told one and all To step up and take note To answer his loud call We must show the whole country We are the best at what we do We have to show the country The best side of me and you This meant weeks before this The police were out in force Removing the imperfections Both on foot and out on horse A cleansing of the city Make it nice for all to see It brings up bitter memories At least it does to me It happened back in Europe A little corporal took command He did his little cleansing With his little **** band The town had hung up bunting Like the banners in Berlin being homeless is a problem It's not where a cleansing should begin The mayor had plans for plenty Marching bands and lots of press He'd only answer pre-set questions In case it all became a mess He had to have it perfect It was his first parade you know, the streets were freshly steam cleaned There was nothing he didn't want to show The displaced folks all huddled Down in the park, a mile back Veterans and soldiers Whites, Hispanics, and some black Their town was in transition They were the cities hidden sore They would never be accepted Never let inside a door The Mayor stood on the dais Waved and smiled as folks went by It was a town of smoke and mirrors He showed the world a great big lie Like the small Austrian corporal who refused to change and would not bend The Mayor lied to his country It was the beginning of his end
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
The Mayor Lied
The big day was a week away The streets were being swept Folding stands erected Where homeless, last week slept To make a good impression The Mayor told one and all To step up and take note To answer his loud call We must show the whole country We are the best at what we do We have to show the country The best side of me and you This meant weeks before this The police were out in force Removing the imperfections Both on foot and out on horse A cleansing of the city Make it nice for all to see It brings up bitter memories At least it does to me It happened back in Europe A little corporal took command He did his little cleansing With his little **** band The town had hung up bunting Like the banners in Berlin being homeless is a problem It's not where a cleansing should begin The mayor had plans for plenty Marching bands and lots of press He'd only answer pre-set questions In case it all became a mess He had to have it perfect It was his first parade you know, the streets were freshly steam cleaned There was nothing he didn't want to show The displaced folks all huddled Down in the park, a mile back Veterans and soldiers Whites, Hispanics, and some black Their town was in transition They were the cities hidden sore They would never be accepted Never let inside a door The Mayor stood on the dais Waved and smiled as folks went by It was a town of smoke and mirrors He showed the world a great big lie Like the small Austrian corporal who refused to change and would not bend The Mayor lied to his country It was the beginning of his end
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I don't have a problem with hipsters, goths, jocks, skaters, rockers, preps, farmers, plumbers, executives, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Caucasians, gays, furries, bronies, foodies, junkies, abstainers, republicans, democrats, atheists, monotheists, polytheists, etc. People are people. So, why begrudge them that? I do, however, have a problem with mean, hateful people who's greatest joy comes in a form of shadenfreude. Be who you are, but don't impose your self-image onto others; impose others onto your Self with a healthy dose of salt. You may learn a thing or two. Live and let live.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Harmony
Johnny wants to be a soldier. Johnny had a ******* Johnny now is Jenny and The Donald says it's wrong. Jenny loves her country and she wants to serve and fight. Trump says she's not worthy and no longer has the right. Susie was born as a girl but knew she was a guy. Susie now is Sammy and he only wants to fly. Went to join the Air Force - Was rejected on the spot. Knew that he was qualified, but Trump says that he's not. Trump was born an ignoramus - still is one today. Never served the military - always got his way. If you're not the same as him you are the enemy. You're not worthy if you're poor or a minority. Started with transgendered, better watch out if you're gay. Blacks, Hispanics, women, he would love to throw away. When nobody's left the military will be grim. Trump will have nobody left who wants to fight for him. If you're an American and if you long to serve, better not be different or they'll label you a perv. If you say you're boy or girl and ready for your chance, all that matters now is the equipment in your pants!
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
Transgendered Privates
Put your hand's up, i shake in fear I plead and cried but they don't really care. Look at me, look at my skin color is this the reason you want to shoot me? Africans, mexicans, hispanics, is race all that you see? Humiliating and torturing families how can you say you're protecting us? I cannot even walk to the shop without my mother putting up a fuss cous she's afraid i may not come back. To see me laying down in blood while you still try to put my hand in cuffs as you yell to my mom "miss go back" How is shooting someone that's not resisting arrest is looking out for the safety of others As we yell "stop i didn't do anything" yet our bodies end up in bags to our mothers. Look at me, look at us what did we do to deserve such cruelty Your skin color does not justify superiority As we are strip naked and I'm not talking about ****** strip naked of justice for our people. Then you wonder why we riot black lives matter because the system is the problem when it's suppose to be part of the solution But they settle with "it was an accident " conclusion When? When will it stop ? How could you walk around with a badge shooting unjustly and call yourself a cop? The people are afraid but the cops doesn't care because at the end of the day, they're still getting paid. When is change going to be made? -dpk
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
Black Lives Matter
Equality For All Why do you despise Those who must fight to survive In our lands The lands of the free Those who walk the cracked concrete streets High on the cannabis **** The dull glaze in their eyes No will to survive No hope, no future in sight Hispanic and black and *** country white Painted with the same ***** brush Their only crime is the place they were born Born on the wrong side of the track But they to have rights Be they black brown or white They to have voices to be heard You live in your big house With untold wealth The taxman to defraud Fancy car and swimming pool A room filled with fancy shoes Yes shoes never worn more than once Then left there on the shelf You write a cheque for a million dollars But never give a thought For those on the other side of the track Down trodden whites, Hispanics And the un educated blacks yes, our lands, the lands of the free
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
our lands, the lands of the free
Mrs Merkel, fair and sturdy Dour and doughty High and mighty Saviour of the sinking Euro Female icon, Teuton hero Stand up for our rights!. Daughter of the old Republic Proud and plumptious Rarely bumptious Quantum spousal and mechanics Scourge of Grecian's and Hispanics Onward from Berlin! Lean upon the sturdy lectern Softly spoken Never broken Deliver to the gathered masses Words of warning and molasses Deliver us from evil! Target of the shocking Silvio Chauvinistic Almost mystic While all things must come to pass She's most certainly not a ******* Gott mit Uns!
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
The Leaderene
Come. Come to one of the greatest country on earth. Italians came. English came. Irish came. Africans came. Spanish came. Hispanics came. Japaneses and Chinese and host of others came We an open invitation to others to come. Immigrates, we all are. History has pointed out that certain power sectors complains. Mainly because they can't continue on with their selfish ways. Certain percentages was started by this group. Way back in in the decades. We accept them doing times of wars. To join our forces and fight our wars. That's life. We seen the worst of America, at certain times. Segregation, is a great case that comes to mind. We place Asians groups within concentration camps. And they was legal Americans. No one group made this country great. All races has something they know they contributed. Some of our best scientists came from all races. Some we read about within the papers. And it was because of immigration. As long as their live and dreams. Let that soul seek America's to achieve those dreams.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Immigration
I don't know what you want me to write , but you say write what I feel and /or consciously need to express, Towards You,Me, or any feeling within maybe even this desolate world that we live in and yes I say desolate because of the economic sways that we go through, the depressional phase of their so called life that they want us to go through. Controlling us to a point were we rely on their tarnished ways; instead of forming to our traditional ways of life they were so how they say simple when WE know ourselves that slavery even in this day is no easy task. We would love to be C.E.O's, wake up tomorrow with our banks and pockets full of cash so our babies and selves can have all we ever wanted to be Lovers, Haters, Pimps, and Playas. We hate what they do to us, but we wanna be just like them as well they hate us common folk but they want our lives and traditions our concurring beauty that attracts power, great deeds and reoccurring needs to do better to be determined no matter what the cost we all criticize the other w/o knowing that we wanna be each other. constantly changing the rules of our life to coincide with each others. White, Black, Hispanic, Asian: Whites: wanna Dance like us, wanna clean like us, wanna be us and most of all wanna steal/concur us. Hispanics: wanna work as hard as us, make love like us, do what we do and as well party like us. Asians: wanna be freaks like We are, wanna play by traditional wars and compare their rules to ours with this blunt phase of battle called KUMITE were we all war against each other to prove to one another who has better strength; see they even want our strength, they also wanna dance like us and steal styles of our ancient Beauty of Us Blacks: we are Bold Beauty, no doubt about that but some of us do as Whites, Asians, Mexican do so are all of us living by our tradition as we claim to or only some of us. overall I'm not being Racist, Communist, Or Prejudice I am being me a Liberal; One who Lives by what works for me, That takes the Ideas and methods of living from each and use these objectives as a tool... They say were the United States but are we really UNITED especially in the way we Love, Live, Work, and Play. well! Tomorrows another day.
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
Tomorrows another day
I don't know what you want me to write , but you say write what I feel and /or consciously need to express, Towards You,Me, or any feeling within maybe even this desolate world that we live in and yes I say desolate because of the economic sways that we go through, the depressional phase of their so called life that they want us to go through. Controlling us to a point were we rely on their tarnished ways; instead of forming to our traditional ways of life they were so how they say simple when WE know ourselves that slavery even in this day is no easy task. We would love to be C.E.O's, wake up tomorrow with our banks and pockets full of cash so our babies and selves can have all we ever wanted to be Lovers, Haters, Pimps, and Playas. We hate what they do to us, but we wanna be just like them as well they hate us common folk but they want our lives and traditions our concurring beauty that attracts power, great deeds and reoccurring needs to do better to be determined no matter what the cost we all criticize the other w/o knowing that we wanna be each other. constantly changing the rules of our life to coincide with each others. White, Black, Hispanic, Asian: Whites: wanna Dance like us, wanna clean like us, wanna be us and most of all wanna steal/concur us. Hispanics: wanna work as hard as us, make love like us, do what we do and as well party like us. Asians: wanna be freaks like We are, wanna play by traditional wars and compare their rules to ours with this blunt phase of battle called KUMITE were we all war against each other to prove to one another who has better strength; see they even want our strength, they also wanna dance like us and steal styles of our ancient Beauty of Us Blacks: we are Bold Beauty, no doubt about that but some of us do as Whites, Asians, Mexican do so are all of us living by our tradition as we claim to or only some of us. overall I'm not being Racist, Communist, Or Prejudice I am being me a Liberal; One who Lives by what works for me, That takes the Ideas and methods of living from each and use these objectives as a tool... They say were the United States but are we really UNITED especially in the way we Love, Live, Work, and Play. well! Tomorrows another day.
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See the Nigra boy statue On a White front lawn It is all that is left now The Old South is gone. It’s beloved in those towns With proper church steeples From the good old days When people owned people. It is a symbol of when Blacks stayed in at night And all public offices Were held by the Whites. When all human rights Applied to only Caucasians, And not to Blacks, Hispanics, American Indians or Asians. Those were the days when It was easy to quickly see Which were the good people And which ones were guilty. In those much better times We didn’t stoop to harrangue them. If they shot off their mouths We would  simply hang them. Two hundred years of tradition Was rudely taken away No matter how we fought it No matter what we had to say. Those were the best times And we liked it that way. And our friendly Congressmen Should make that way today. The little Lawn Jockey remains Almost by himself to carry on Now that the massas and mistresses In the Sainted South are gone. He signifies a better time Like Stephen Foster songs: We never found owning darkies So very evil or all that wrong.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
LAWN JOCKEY
Someday we'll be okay Because someday will be our day Some say after all the struggles we've been on they know we'll both stay So someday it'll be so much okay Someday, you'll be mine Laying by my side, Fighting each others war After that fights we'll soar. Your love please don't give it away Because someday I'll show you the love you deserve everyday. Someday we'll be exchanging words That someday I'll be yours. Someday I'd like to say It's so much better with you everyday Because your the love that I don't need to throw away, I know people ignored you and stayed away So I'm here keeping you anyway. Don't you worry my sweety you'll never be castaway. And just like the Hispanics say (incluso la gente bloquea mi camino) Even people block my way (Te amare todos los dias) I'll love you everyday When we get to that someday.
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 11:20 PM UTC
Someday
The clock is ticking  ...  And it's time  ...It's time  It's time that we get our act together  And disengage ourselves from the miseducation and disorientation  That we have been suffering from for quite some time now. I'm tired ... I'm tired  I'm tired of witnessing the sentences of the corrupted minds chained up to face the consequences of their crimes  By trading in their freedom  Trading in their wisdom  For wasted time  I'm sighing  ...I'm sighing  I'm sighing because me and my people are blinded by the quote on quote finest  Presuming to purchase from producers  Why are we only consumers? Just followers of every mindless introducer who is on the screen rhyming steadily binding our youth's futures  I'm crying  ...I'm crying I'm crying for the losses of our precious souls, our beautiful smiles that are buried beneath the ground  By a repetitive loud sound  Coming out of another hand that is brown  I find it  ... I find it  I find it aggravating that the colored brother and sister are becoming further and further lacerated  Just because me and my brothers underwent emasculation doesn't mean that we should stall on our sisters complete emancipation  LOVE HER and free her from all agitation  These are our mothers and the foundations of our nation  I'm reminded  ... I'm reminded I'm reminded of our history, our lengthy history which to most of us is a mystery Way before Arabs, Europeans, Hispanics, and American Natives got creative and began to enslave us. Before our spirits became diminished by religion  We valued family, tradition, education, productivity, ownership, land, earth and everything that take part in a birth Most importantly we valued LOVE So I'm dying  ... I'm dying  I'm dying because we are so reliant and dependent on someone who is much more different and much less interested  Our declension is their intentions  But when we see the illusion on the television  We see a little succession  Why is it that we can easily make the team or get in the studio to sing  But to become a businessmen is not quite our thing?  I'm dying  Because we all just living a dream  A dream that was once our reality  I'm dying  Because we are all asleep  I'm dying  Because we are afraid to wake up
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
Snoozing our Alarm Clock
The clock is ticking  ...  And it's time  ...It's time  It's time that we get our act together  And disengage ourselves from the miseducation and disorientation  That we have been suffering from for quite some time now. I'm tired ... I'm tired  I'm tired of witnessing the sentences of the corrupted minds chained up to face the consequences of their crimes  By trading in their freedom  Trading in their wisdom  For wasted time  I'm sighing  ...I'm sighing  I'm sighing because me and my people are blinded by the quote on quote finest  Presuming to purchase from producers  Why are we only consumers? Just followers of every mindless introducer who is on the screen rhyming steadily binding our youth's futures  I'm crying  ...I'm crying I'm crying for the losses of our precious souls, our beautiful smiles that are buried beneath the ground  By a repetitive loud sound  Coming out of another hand that is brown  I find it  ... I find it  I find it aggravating that the colored brother and sister are becoming further and further lacerated  Just because me and my brothers underwent emasculation doesn't mean that we should stall on our sisters complete emancipation  LOVE HER and free her from all agitation  These are our mothers and the foundations of our nation  I'm reminded  ... I'm reminded I'm reminded of our history, our lengthy history which to most of us is a mystery Way before Arabs, Europeans, Hispanics, and American Natives got creative and began to enslave us. Before our spirits became diminished by religion  We valued family, tradition, education, productivity, ownership, land, earth and everything that take part in a birth Most importantly we valued LOVE So I'm dying  ... I'm dying  I'm dying because we are so reliant and dependent on someone who is much more different and much less interested  Our declension is their intentions  But when we see the illusion on the television  We see a little succession  Why is it that we can easily make the team or get in the studio to sing  But to become a businessmen is not quite our thing?  I'm dying  Because we all just living a dream  A dream that was once our reality  I'm dying  Because we are all asleep  I'm dying  Because we are afraid to wake up
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and now the racism sprouts-or at least now it being recognized. because "the kids of the spelling bee should be american" and "nothing more american than a good spelling bee..oh wait all the caucasians are eliminated" are all tweets that are taking center stage and outraging millions. about time. yes i said it-its about time because whenever there are super racist tweets about blacks, and hispanics and dont fogret the offensive nicknames like darquisha and the crazy accents that television presents us with- it seems to be a joke-or no one really gives two ***** and its heart smattering tear rolling that this **** still exists. and the fact people actually have ***** to tweet **** like that- but would have no ***** at all to step infront of a colorful crowd made of colorful people and spit out a word of disgust think twice this is america ***** not the 1900's in america is 2014 ***** move foward.get over it.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
and now we see the racism or twacism
Do not let growing up in the streets define you as a person? You are older now and don’t need to talk the street talk and slangs. Educate yourself to what you can be, not what you was. I do not want to be defined as a street **** or a ghetto rat But as a person who has learned to talk properly and has Left the streets to the streets. Because I do not have a college degree does not mean That I am an illiterate; it just means that I did not pursue my education. No one has to be defined as low class, trash, or ignorant. Because you are born in the hills does not make you a hillbilly! Or born in the swamplands does not make you a swamp rat! Titles have always been given to every ethnic group, such as The Hispanics was spicks, the Irish – miks , the Italians as wops Or guinies and the blacks as ******* and so on down the line. If you are one who likes to use titles on others, then there is Only one title that you can use. “HUMAN BEINGS” which classifies everyone. I want you to stand proud, because you are a HUMAN BEING Made by GOD, and he doesn’t make garbage. Learn your own self-respect and others will respect you! DON’T BE DEFINED!
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
don't be defined - stay proud
They told me I would never make it because of the color my skin they thought they were right Only because a statistic says “nearly one in five Hispanics still attend high school” because these so called facts, are meant to terrify me But I keep moving forward, because I won’t let these facts define who I am nor will I let anyone tell me I can’t achieve anything in life, because the color of my skin limits me. but here I stand with my head held high accomplishing what they said i couldn't because of the color of my skin
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Because of the color of my skin
Look around the word, what do you see? The anti cult of culture, I know your anger, I don't see your dreams, I've been everything that you hatred, The anti cult of culture, Anger, Murders, Divisions, Just like Manson, Jim Crows, It's the cult, It's the anti cult of culture, Darkest Lights, A Racist prize, Then a minor speaks, it's the reflection that dies, You don't have to follow anything, you only can follow me, Nothing can be set free, See the things that you need, The Face on the your T.V, Selling racial division, The Anti cult of culture, They exploit you, you still love em, Tell you that you only make the things, Tell you that you only make the chaos, The choices, The killers, the believers, Like Joe Biden and Donald Trump, Like Abe Lincoln setting the slaves free, Like Andrew Johnson fighting to keep them, It's always been the Anti Cult of Culture, Anti Cult of culture, Anti cult of Culture, Darkest Lights, Build the Wall, Send the Hispanic home, Cause when a leader is elected, The Leader shall lie, They gave us the rights, They gave us the angry, They gave us the internet fame, They gave us no power, In the lords own name, They are every person we are, We are the anti Cult of culture, Black, White, Hispanics, We are the Anti Cult of Culture.
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:26 AM UTC
Anti Cult of Culture (My Poem cover of Living Colour - Cult of personality)
(                                                                     •                                                                                    )                             # Only YOU I see // The image of the last lynched ***** Forever in the mind // One the way to work Cars and beat up subways Blacks Hispanics  Whites Hearing of the deaths on the radio // Amid the throbbing genitalia Of the enslaved population                Wondering why it's not         Working out ! // All the children sense Doom ahead • I gird my ***** // Stand by me
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Security
Jesus wore sandals, you wear sandals. The heat from the flames seared from out the window of the black Buick. Emails from job recruiters are trying to make you work for them. Work for the man. Don’t use your brain. Be my slave. You do not exist. You exist for me. Washington D.C. has a neighborhood; and walking deeper and deeper into its trap will lead to the retelling of the Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. My GPS is my angel, pointing me in the right direction. A cliché, yes, but how very true. The Washington Post stand is blocking the entrance to the corner store like a trusted guide. There’s a lock on the box that holds the newspapers. I’m a Vietnamese American man. Man, Whites, black, Hispanics, Asians; they, all give me weird looks. Emotions course through the stem. Sleep awaits, but NaS said, “sleep is the cousin of death.” There is this beauty-skin book sitting on the balustrade of light green row-house, propped against a neat, white fence that holds in the pink magnolias. Rain drops on the book. Pattering along the cover, the raindrops, slipping, now running down the cracked brick, seeping into a cigarette **** This is the neighborhood. The book is hope. Allah, God, Buddha The can from the soda company is in the grass in the D.C. Neighborhood. Who put it there? It is raining, cleaning my body. The rain is pouring and I feel like I’ve found my calling. It is to form the language. And as that epiphany smacks me in the face, my left side of my brain starts hurting. What does this mean? Am I truly waking up from the dream? I understand. You’re listening to me. The raindrops fell on my glasses and I felt my vision was changing. The cloudiness disappeared from the lenses. Cay’s pain-stricken face turned into a smile, full of happiness, full of friendship. He’s a good friend. I’m the bad one. I want to be good. I want to be good. It’s change. For the better, for real. When it was raining, The lightbulb popped up outside. And I finally had the lightbulb speak to me for the first time. I knew I was a bad person and now I needed to change into a good person. The car stops moving forward, I turn the engine off, And go back to the beginning.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
TV Ad for Intelligent Beings
Jesus wore sandals, you wear sandals. The heat from the flames seared from out the window of the black Buick. Emails from job recruiters are trying to make you work for them. Work for the man. Don’t use your brain. Be my slave. You do not exist. You exist for me. Washington D.C. has a neighborhood; and walking deeper and deeper into its trap will lead to the retelling of the Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. My GPS is my angel, pointing me in the right direction. A cliché, yes, but how very true. The Washington Post stand is blocking the entrance to the corner store like a trusted guide. There’s a lock on the box that holds the newspapers. I’m a Vietnamese American man. Man, Whites, black, Hispanics, Asians; they, all give me weird looks. Emotions course through the stem. Sleep awaits, but NaS said, “sleep is the cousin of death.” There is this beauty-skin book sitting on the balustrade of light green row-house, propped against a neat, white fence that holds in the pink magnolias. Rain drops on the book. Pattering along the cover, the raindrops, slipping, now running down the cracked brick, seeping into a cigarette **** This is the neighborhood. The book is hope. Allah, God, Buddha The can from the soda company is in the grass in the D.C. Neighborhood. Who put it there? It is raining, cleaning my body. The rain is pouring and I feel like I’ve found my calling. It is to form the language. And as that epiphany smacks me in the face, my left side of my brain starts hurting. What does this mean? Am I truly waking up from the dream? I understand. You’re listening to me. The raindrops fell on my glasses and I felt my vision was changing. The cloudiness disappeared from the lenses. Cay’s pain-stricken face turned into a smile, full of happiness, full of friendship. He’s a good friend. I’m the bad one. I want to be good. I want to be good. It’s change. For the better, for real. When it was raining, The lightbulb popped up outside. And I finally had the lightbulb speak to me for the first time. I knew I was a bad person and now I needed to change into a good person. The car stops moving forward, I turn the engine off, And go back to the beginning.
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Is it Trump Or Lump Or Clump I'm not quite very sure But what really bothers me now Is when the reds come knocking at my door Don't be disabled, Muslim or even yet a girl Because the life that once you knew Will end up in the depths of hell Yes he said I'll build a wall to keep Hispanics out But now its just become a fence Trump is such a lout
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
Donald J
How can white supremacist protest about making America a better place by concentrating on hating people because of differences? Something that's dates back further than Europeans and Spaniards settlement in this beautiful country. Have these people of today's world forgotten where they've came from as far as their ancestry and about the people whom they've slaughtered were in fact the Natives. They forced people to fall under their religions as far as Christianity and so on. African american women and men know that they're African decedents; but they know nothing about what was taken from them and we overlook it. People that are apart of the LGBT community finally have the freedom to do as they wish with whomever and these white supremacist want to take that away from them again. KKK's are against interracial relationships and yet some of their people within their bloodline ***** a lot people; let us not forget according to history the first interracial relationship in America dates back to April 5, 1614 Pocahontas and John Rolfe. Jews were tortured by Nazis from 1933 to 1945. Hispanics escape their originally places of birth to come to a country that gives people the right to make a better life for themselves and decisions just as well as everybody else. People are so busy minding everybody else's business but their own History creeps up on the current. By: Leory Santana Dawn
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
History
Then, night two of the ****** That evening ran rampant. With ounces of beer filling each skeleton bone, Flashes of indigo, and a friendly plate of pasta. And us Hispanics have to stick together. We made a home in the sand pits and On the college buses, we must have been Going one thousand miles per hour, and I heard from a good source that the wheels Weren't even touching the ground. Bruises, baby. A concussion to match. Still sprinting through the indigo, you know, The night sky has never/will never be Black. Blue consumes me. I am drunk. My best friends dragging my lethargic limbs To and fro. Warm ***** at the apartment party - I am in love with each of them. My friends, that is. Riding high on all that reckless rebellion, No matter what happens, this was, this is. (Forgive me, but - We Are)
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
The ******