"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
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
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.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
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
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
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.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
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!
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
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
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
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
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
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!
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
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.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
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.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
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.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
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.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 11:20 PM UTC
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
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
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.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
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!
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
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
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
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.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:26 AM UTC
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Only YOU I see
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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 !
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All the children sense Doom ahead
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I gird my *****
//
Stand by me
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
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.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
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
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
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
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
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)
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC