"multiracial" poems - Hello Poetry

My father was always one notch on his bedpost close to hypocrisy and my mother was a couple notches shy of getting there- she never dabbled in multiracial relationships like my father did. You see when I was growing up I had a crush on the little mixed boy down the street and I was afraid of telling anybody but it wasn't because of his skin- but because ew, feelings. Right? I never saw just black and white, skin color was never a forefront it was all just background noise- to me it was all just gray. There's no handbook about who you connect with and there's no color scheme that's gonna show you who to trust. I realized that because before I had a boyfriend No black people where allowed at my house not because they didn't want me hanging out with black people- but because they were afraid I would end up with one. Segregation was my father's second nature and I would like to blame it on the era he was born- even though I'm really not so sure. And now that I have a boyfriend everything is fine... It's like in their mind the more melanin the more sin I'm sorry father and mother but there is no color coordination to this thing we call life- I never grew up afraid of colors because I loved rainbow- I never grew up scared of the skin that wasn't like mine just because of all the stories these white folks like to tell- But the funny thing is it was a white male, and a white female that molested me.... And my parents probably would've warned me about the mixed boy down the street- so really? who should we be afraid of? Everyone. Equally.

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC

amanda-stoddard

Take off your eye masks and wake up people, it's 2015 and I'm tired of you sleeping on this issue.

My father was always one notch on his bedpost close to hypocrisy and my mother was a couple notches shy of getting there- she never dabbled in multiracial relationships like my father did. You see when I was growing up I had a crush on the little mixed boy down the street and I was afraid of telling anybody but it wasn't because of his skin- but because ew, feelings. Right? I never saw just black and white, skin color was never a forefront it was all just background noise- to me it was all just gray. There's no handbook about who you connect with and there's no color scheme that's gonna show you who to trust. I realized that because before I had a boyfriend No black people where allowed at my house not because they didn't want me hanging out with black people- but because they were afraid I would end up with one. Segregation was my father's second nature and I would like to blame it on the era he was born- even though I'm really not so sure. And now that I have a boyfriend everything is fine... It's like in their mind the more melanin the more sin I'm sorry father and mother but there is no color coordination to this thing we call life- I never grew up afraid of colors because I loved rainbow- I never grew up scared of the skin that wasn't like mine just because of all the stories these white folks like to tell- But the funny thing is it was a white male, and a white female that molested me.... And my parents probably would've warned me about the mixed boy down the street- so really? who should we be afraid of? Everyone. Equally.

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Earthbound, and yet I now fly through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ... so high that no sound echoing by below where the mountains are lifting the sky can be heard. Like a bird, but not meek, like a hawk from a distance regarding its prey, I will shriek, not a word, but a screech, and my terrible clamor will turn them to clay— the sheep, the earthbound. *** Tashunka Witko of the Lakota Sioux, better known as Crazy Horse, had a vision of a red-tailed hawk at Sylvan Lake, South Dakota. In his vision he saw himself riding a spirit horse, flying through a storm, as the hawk flew above him, shrieking. When he awoke, a red-tailed hawk was perched near his horse. Published by American Indian Pride and Boston Poetry Magazine "We Came Together" was written as song lyrics for New Zealand composer David Hamilton. We Came Together by Michael R. Burch We came together – people of two lands so unalike, at first, we hardly knew how to be friends. We went to war, and drew lines in the sand. And yet the sky was blue for everyone, and big enough to share. We came together, and our friendships grew. We had to learn to share the selfsame air, to find the path to harmony, to find some common ground and let peace bloom. We came together and we gave hope room to blossom in our hearts. We learned to be together in our common destiny. We come together – people of many lands so unalike, at first, and now we know how to be friends. Keywords/Tags: song, song lyrics, music, composer, diversity, understanding, tolerance, common ground, multiracial, friends, friendship We Come Together, Holding Hands (I) by Michael R. Burch We come together, holding hands, the children of so many lands; it’s what the day demands. We come together, seeking peace, intent of love, our hearts at ease. We come together, seeking peace; it’s what the day decrees. The time is right. The time is now. We come together, knowing how the world depends on us to know the only time to love is now. We come together, holding hands, the children of so many lands; it’s what the day demands. We come together, seeking peace, intent of love, our hearts at ease. We come together, seeking peace; it’s what the day decrees. Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch We Come Together, Holding Hands (II) by Michael R. Burch We come together, holding hands, the children of so many lands; it's what the day demands. We come together, seeking peace, intent of love, our hearts at ease. We come together, seeking peace; it's what the day decrees. Earthbound, and yet we fly through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ... so high that all our songs that echo where mountains stand lifting the sky… can be heard. The time is right. The time is now. We come together, knowing how the world depends on us to know the only time to love is now. Earthbound, and yet we fly through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ... so high that all our songs that echo where mountains stand lifting the sky… can be heard. We sing together, holding hands, the children of so many lands; it's what the day demands. We sing together, seeking peace, intent of love, our hearts at ease. We sing together, seeking peace; it's what the day decrees. Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch i wrote a giddy little song by michael r. burch i wrote a giddy little song, which u can dance to, all night long; i wrote a giddy little poem, it’ll tempt a smile, like sea foam; i wrote a giddy little line, it’ll tease a laugh, like a dandelion; I wrote a song and took the trouble, it’ll make u smile, like a soap bubble; i wrote this giddy bit of fluff, now dance to it, get off ur duff! Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch

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Feb 22, 2020

Feb 22, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Earthbound, the Vision of Crazy Horse

Earthbound, and yet I now fly through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ... so high that no sound echoing by below where the mountains are lifting the sky can be heard. Like a bird, but not meek, like a hawk from a distance regarding its prey, I will shriek, not a word, but a screech, and my terrible clamor will turn them to clay— the sheep, the earthbound. *** Tashunka Witko of the Lakota Sioux, better known as Crazy Horse, had a vision of a red-tailed hawk at Sylvan Lake, South Dakota. In his vision he saw himself riding a spirit horse, flying through a storm, as the hawk flew above him, shrieking. When he awoke, a red-tailed hawk was perched near his horse. Published by American Indian Pride and Boston Poetry Magazine "We Came Together" was written as song lyrics for New Zealand composer David Hamilton. We Came Together by Michael R. Burch We came together – people of two lands so unalike, at first, we hardly knew how to be friends. We went to war, and drew lines in the sand. And yet the sky was blue for everyone, and big enough to share. We came together, and our friendships grew. We had to learn to share the selfsame air, to find the path to harmony, to find some common ground and let peace bloom. We came together and we gave hope room to blossom in our hearts. We learned to be together in our common destiny. We come together – people of many lands so unalike, at first, and now we know how to be friends. Keywords/Tags: song, song lyrics, music, composer, diversity, understanding, tolerance, common ground, multiracial, friends, friendship We Come Together, Holding Hands (I) by Michael R. Burch We come together, holding hands, the children of so many lands; it’s what the day demands. We come together, seeking peace, intent of love, our hearts at ease. We come together, seeking peace; it’s what the day decrees. The time is right. The time is now. We come together, knowing how the world depends on us to know the only time to love is now. We come together, holding hands, the children of so many lands; it’s what the day demands. We come together, seeking peace, intent of love, our hearts at ease. We come together, seeking peace; it’s what the day decrees. Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch We Come Together, Holding Hands (II) by Michael R. Burch We come together, holding hands, the children of so many lands; it's what the day demands. We come together, seeking peace, intent of love, our hearts at ease. We come together, seeking peace; it's what the day decrees. Earthbound, and yet we fly through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ... so high that all our songs that echo where mountains stand lifting the sky… can be heard. The time is right. The time is now. We come together, knowing how the world depends on us to know the only time to love is now. Earthbound, and yet we fly through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ... so high that all our songs that echo where mountains stand lifting the sky… can be heard. We sing together, holding hands, the children of so many lands; it's what the day demands. We sing together, seeking peace, intent of love, our hearts at ease. We sing together, seeking peace; it's what the day decrees. Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch i wrote a giddy little song by michael r. burch i wrote a giddy little song, which u can dance to, all night long; i wrote a giddy little poem, it’ll tempt a smile, like sea foam; i wrote a giddy little line, it’ll tease a laugh, like a dandelion; I wrote a song and took the trouble, it’ll make u smile, like a soap bubble; i wrote this giddy bit of fluff, now dance to it, get off ur duff! Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch

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It was when you asked me if I was multiracial that I knew you only saw me skin deep. *As we danced you kept pulling me closer. It was weird…uncomfortable* It was when you asked me if I ever had fun that I knew you wanted me to loosen up. *You held me close your hands on my thighs It was weird…uncomfortable* It was when you asked me what I did in my free time that I thought you might care. *You kept hugging me tighter to yourself It was weird…uncomfortable* It was when you asked me for my number that I thought about trusting you, but I didn't. *You made me feel wanted by someone new It was weird…uncomfortable*

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC

ern-kingham

It was when you asked me

It was when you asked me if I was multiracial that I knew you only saw me skin deep. *As we danced you kept pulling me closer. It was weird…uncomfortable* It was when you asked me if I ever had fun that I knew you wanted me to loosen up. *You held me close your hands on my thighs It was weird…uncomfortable* It was when you asked me what I did in my free time that I thought you might care. *You kept hugging me tighter to yourself It was weird…uncomfortable* It was when you asked me for my number that I thought about trusting you, but I didn't. *You made me feel wanted by someone new It was weird…uncomfortable*

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I'm proud to say that I am multiracial generational A product of immigrants who make up America - all of their essence resides in me Some of them helped build America, some helped making progress and change Throughout the years, they all played a role in the American dream I am descended from Africans, Native Americans, Europeans, and Asians A multigenerational multiracial - I am more than what I seem

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Jan 20, 2017

Jan 20, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC

mio-seanachaidh

Identity

I'm proud to say that I am multiracial generational A product of immigrants who make up America - all of their essence resides in me Some of them helped build America, some helped making progress and change Throughout the years, they all played a role in the American dream I am descended from Africans, Native Americans, Europeans, and Asians A multigenerational multiracial - I am more than what I seem

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He lived 150 miles away. but there was something far greater than a two and a half hour drive separating us. You're 4,432 miles away (I know. I googled it.) yet you seem closer. Though not close enough. He made my bones feel dry. brittle. I was afraid I'd break from the slightest movement. but then you. with your bedhead and smiles and love of the sea. He wants to be a doctor. Admirable I suppose. Excuse me if I don't wait in line to kiss his *** He did more hurting than he did healing. bitter. You'll be a marine biologist and we'll live by the sea and have a beautiful multiracial family. Bliss.

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Nov 13, 2013

Nov 13, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC

circa-1994

brittle bones and beautiful bliss

He lived 150 miles away. but there was something far greater than a two and a half hour drive separating us. You're 4,432 miles away (I know. I googled it.) yet you seem closer. Though not close enough. He made my bones feel dry. brittle. I was afraid I'd break from the slightest movement. but then you. with your bedhead and smiles and love of the sea. He wants to be a doctor. Admirable I suppose. Excuse me if I don't wait in line to kiss his *** He did more hurting than he did healing. bitter. You'll be a marine biologist and we'll live by the sea and have a beautiful multiracial family. Bliss.

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Bigot spigot on: Bloviator gladiator Spewing racist rhetoric: "Multiracial intersectional Non-Ableist unpacked transphobalist Micro-recessive-macro-regressive Cis-gendered 4th-wave femininizer **** nonsense!" —Every Archie Bunker

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC

james-floss

FALL FROM THE FAMILY

Bigot spigot on: Bloviator gladiator Spewing racist rhetoric: "Multiracial intersectional Non-Ableist unpacked transphobalist Micro-recessive-macro-regressive Cis-gendered 4th-wave femininizer **** nonsense!" —Every Archie Bunker

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1 ‘Sugar Sugar burning bright.’ I will always associate grapes with you, after romping at bus stops comme hares, all in a state of disrepair, paying the multiracial train fare while tucking up the driver’s cozy, why trans portability! Half-lloweens to Macy’s, the dreamy honk fades into the moon, behind gun cartridges of a Southern neck hair, of crooning files in gregarious heads bared, so to meet you there. Despite the polyester uniform, the detergent-festered skin – ’twas ‘What an old school ***** your plump lips in slightly cracking slant at half-forty-five to the Jupiter’s Koran. Would it suffice? My advice – to always dab your cherry stone, so the taint of whirling frozen-yogurt aren’t left for me to sip on. I’d warn you. None other than yourself who only invite, through carefully calculated vortices, coarse premises for me to fall – within snuffed up ceiling in starry neon, heroic chameleons in trompe l’oeil foolery, as if you knew me to write, to be feathered, simply within an inch of your maple fullness. I will not. run / / conundrum formulaic / / sweet *** anthrax / / angelic acquiesce

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC

elyon

Greta Gerwig

1 ‘Sugar Sugar burning bright.’ I will always associate grapes with you, after romping at bus stops comme hares, all in a state of disrepair, paying the multiracial train fare while tucking up the driver’s cozy, why trans portability! Half-lloweens to Macy’s, the dreamy honk fades into the moon, behind gun cartridges of a Southern neck hair, of crooning files in gregarious heads bared, so to meet you there. Despite the polyester uniform, the detergent-festered skin – ’twas ‘What an old school ***** your plump lips in slightly cracking slant at half-forty-five to the Jupiter’s Koran. Would it suffice? My advice – to always dab your cherry stone, so the taint of whirling frozen-yogurt aren’t left for me to sip on. I’d warn you. None other than yourself who only invite, through carefully calculated vortices, coarse premises for me to fall – within snuffed up ceiling in starry neon, heroic chameleons in trompe l’oeil foolery, as if you knew me to write, to be feathered, simply within an inch of your maple fullness. I will not. run / / conundrum formulaic / / sweet *** anthrax / / angelic acquiesce

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