"whitey" poems
every person on this earth
has got a certain fear
spiders incite panic,
public speaking invokes tears
mine isn't too uncommon,
but only some women can relate
it's a special kind of fear
to a special kind of hate
it wasn't whispered in my ear
it's just something that i know
it's been ingrained since my beginning,
a part of how society flows
you see, i'm afraid of a guy.
or rather, his rejection
afraid i'm not enough
because i'm darker in complexion
did you know his hands are white?
that's why around him, my skin burns
instead of reciting numbers and letters,
what if it's racism that he learned?
i was taught to admire passions, looks, and intellectual minds
if only to darker women,
love could prove to be more kind
im 18 in year '18 but it feels like '63
hiding feelings from a whitey cause ****** is defined as me
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
*No, no, no, Dirtbreath. I say we call the big one an elephant,
and the small one a mouse*.
Eve
I'm sure red's a better color for me.
M. Monroe
She has a face that could sink a thousand ships.
Ulysses
*Now that Hawking's dead, I'm the smartest
guy on Earth.*
D. Trump
You're too Jung to understand the Superego.
S. Freud
No. You keep it. I have enough.
B. Graham
Are you sure that's the Delaware?
G. Washington
E=Mc Donalds.
A. Einstein
Go pound salt.
Gandhi
What day is it?
Roosevelt
That's one small.... oops!
N. Armstrong
I don't remember any of my dreams.
M.L. King, Jr.
Hey, John, I can see your house from up here.
Jesus
Beaches, fields, streets, hills. Did I leave anything out?
W. Churchill
Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course I wrote 'em all.
R. Starr
It's just too big to wrap your brain around.
S. Hawking
Don't lose your head. This won't change a thing.
Robespierre
Before I was fined, I walked the line.
J. Cash
Could you lengthen the title and shorten the book?
Tolstoy's editor
What if we put the workers on conveyor belts?
H. Ford
I have a splitting headache... hmmm, interesting.
Oppenheimer
I've never liked orange juice.
N. Brown
Really? You want to blame me?
******
He stings like a butterfly.
S. Liston
#timesup #metoo
A. Boleyn
Mr. Watson. Come here. Spare me a dime?
Bell
Roebuck said he'd be back in ten minutes.
R.W. Sears
To be or to do be do be do.
Shakespeare/Sinatra
*When you call me Whitey, I get cotton pickin ****** off.*
E. Whitney
We're the team to beat!
Toronto Maple Leafs
Don't call me a Mother!
Mother Theresa
Is that a Cuban?
M. Lewinsky
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
I stand alone in the dark Fulton Street subway station,
Breathing in the urine-scented air,
Breathing out clouds of steam,
A subway train rushes along,
Not stopping,
Biting at my eardrums,
With the painful percussion,
Of thousands of people,
Silently screaming,
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
The air fanned by each subway car,
Rushes against me,
Pushes the ozone and the smell of burnt brake linings,
Into my nostrils,
Along with the air,
****** through the iron gratings,
Along miles of Brooklyn sidewalks,
Carrying the odor of a prostitute’s festering sores,
And the cries of a hungry, fatherless child in ***** diapers,
And the hoarse moaning of a city councilman mentoring a young intern,
And the cheap perfume of a fourteen year-old runaway,
Turning $20 tricks in an alley,
Smelling of stale Chinese food and wet dogs,
And . . .
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
. . . the smell of spoiled cabbage soup,
And the rancid remains of a hotdog buried in sauerkraut,
And putrid lilies lying in a gutter,
All assaulting me, forcing me backwards,
Until my back presses against,
The grimy once-white tiles,
That coldly burn their graffiti on my spine:
God is dead,
Bake a ****
Whitey *****
**** the *******
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
The train finally passes,
Its red eyes receding into the dank,
Dark tunnel beyond the platform,
The screeches and screams slowly die out,
Their echoes ******* behind them,
The smell,
Of my,
Warm
*****
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
God help us, Imamu—stop playing the fool
as you babble unhinged in your kente hat.
Bebopping Mao is so very uncool;
what up wit dat ?
Flirtations with Castro (Fidel to the faithful)
and free Cuba Libres imbibed with the Beats
inflamed discontent when your verses turned wrathful
in the streets.
Predictable tirades where Whitey’s the foe,
attacking your hosts like an Afro/eccentric
gets old. It’s a stagnant unmusical show:
dull dialectic.
Who knows why the liberals that bankroll you love it?
Who cares what your most recent pseudonym is?
You old and you mad cause’ you can’t rise above it,
mired in the shizz.
Your lines are pure mannitol: dumbed-down *******
(The blow on the head by that riot-cop lingers!)
The syntax is whack in your ghetto refrain.
Snap fingers . . .
Still you wait for your war—or the Black Star-Liner . . .
Your rage was your royalty, paid in white money.
Your verse sought to give the right wing a dark shiner—
it’s not funny.
Insulting, belittling others more noble;
your legacy leaves nothing hopeful or witty
Just putrid black waters, the flow uncontrollable
under the city.
Inside of your Kabaa are yet many idols.
Your New Ark of verse did not save from the flood.
You mau-mau and bludgeon with words all your rivals
but draw no blood.
Lighten up, wise Imamu. Your age is soon closing.
You wrote for the stage and said some of it well.
But your verse has gone rotten and yields, decomposing,
a nasty smell.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
I'm wearing dead man's underwear
I ask what's wrong with that
Something you see they no longer need
Where they now are at
From Jockey's whitey tighties
To boxers by the score
Don't much matter to me
What this dead man wore
With the right amount of detergent
The proper amount of bleach
Like I said four lines back
Don't matter much to me
Now please don't rush to judgement
Or my life preconceive
We all have our different ways
Of carrying on their memories
Me...I just do it in dead man's briefs
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
Yesterdays pain is following you
sits on your shoulder 'n don't set you free.
Took the wrong footin n stepped down on those,
lookin thru eyes that di'n't want to see.
We is diff'rent in colour
but skin an' blood just the same.
I am filled up wit' anger,
you is covered in shame.
Scared to look back
at hist'ry past
unable to turn from
what you wanted to last.
Tortured and toubled,
when it came to the clinch
you bought us along
an' introduced Mistuh Lynch.
To you Mistuh Whitey
we ar' lower than low,
Mistuh Blacky does the t'ings
that you don't want to know.
I belongs to the man,
just like-the dogs.
There for pickin' the crop
an' choppin' the logs.
Yesterdays pain's not goin' nowhere
It's stickin to you all o' the way.
Fo' the evil yo' done 'tis stayin' right there.
Never t' move, never t' sway.
Yeah yest'days pain is followin you
it sits on yo' shoulder 'n it won't set you free.
Cos you took the wrong footin' an' stepped down on those,
while starin' thru blind eyes that don't want t' see.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
David slings a rock
Cop holsters a glock, Lizzie Borden packs an axe
Mac he packs the knife, Billy battles with a club, Tommy’s gun is a sub
Kelly’s got 1 too, Bazooka Joe Is Gum, Peter Gun not, Colt 45 is not malt
Nor a horse, hand grenades, canons w/big ***** Doc Holiday had TB
Rock Hudson *** James Dean crash his car,Hank Williams in his bar
Natalie Wood don’t float, Cain killed brother, Juliette poison her lover,
Whitey Bulger, he killed and got paid, deadman walking gets to eat
Rodney King he got beat, got beat Mama Cass Elliott choked on ham
58,000 gone in Nam, 4 dead in Ohio, Kamikazes fall 1941, again 2001
Iraqi leader w/ a rope, John Belushi too much dope, C. Manson is alive
Michael Jackson isn’t, Saturday night special is very ordinary
Fast and furious is the crime, **** Clark just his time
Pirate victims walk the plank, THINK,
Next I’ll come rolling up in a tank
Hear the whistle of my missile
***** Harry had the biggest
The Derringer is small
Smokey Bear forest fire
Greek funeral is a pyre
Too many +’s or -’s
Is electrical surges
Woman and child
sing the dirges
Walking dead
Are zombies
Fat man and
Little Boy
Are atom
Bombies
as for me
in a blaze
of glory
BOOM
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Intro: C G7 C G7 E7 D7 G7
C G7
Shine away your bluesies,
C G7
Why don't you shine, start with your shoesies;
E7 Am7 C7
Shine each place up, make it look like new,
D7 G7
Shine your face up, I want to see you wear a smile or two.
C G7
Cause my skin's light creamy,
C G7
Just because my eyes are greeny;
E7 Am7 C7
Just because I lack some shade of brown,
D7 F7
Don't stop me from funking down when I funk uptown... Funk!
C G7
Cause I dig rap music,
E7 Am7 C7
With jazz and blues I boogie all the time;
F Cdim
Just because I jive to Reggae,
C A7 D7 G7
That's the reason, Baby, why they call me...
C G7
***** watches ice hockey,
C G7
****** he likes to copy.
E7 Am7 C7
I'm Caucasian, the abbreviation won't do,
D7 G7
Drop the name tags, see me the way you want me seeing you.
C G7
Why don't you shine, your these and thoseies,
E7 Am7 C7
You'll find everything's gonna turn out fine;
F Cdim. C
Folks will shine up to ya, everybody's
A7
gonna howdy-doody do ya;
D7 G7 C
You'll make the whole world shine.
C G7
So, clap your hands, shout Hallelujah,
E7 Am7 C7
You'll find everyone's much the same inside;
F Cdim
You know we all share blame,
C A7
Don't “Howdy-doody Whitey” cause that ain't my name,
D7 G7 C
And we'll turn the world colour blind.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
*looks like someone's dancing in their underwear...
touché - looks like someone's buying pints
of milk in their pyjamas.*
night privy, nocturnal India
i get to do the dance over your grave
while your relatives grieve a pointless
grief: just in the same way they grieved
a rotten chestnut, or egg....
maybe this sprout of anti-imagination
might be a floating limb of ambition
to being simply reattached - *the black keys'
lonely boy* -
spastic maestro number uno - chillies
and the Chilcot KKK inquiry -
got buff results with the whitey crew -
took out the trash, fed the gerbils,
saved a Latex ****** from the hood...
well... the Kentucky hooded brigade,
fully tent equipped parishioners -
and whenever you dress up as sheep
you better barbecue - c k q - what a long shopping list -
**i've got a love that keeps me waiting!
ooh oh oh oh!
i've got a love that keeps me waiting;
i'm a lonely boy"* -
to cue or to queue -
a forever question unanswered -
of simply quit... they call it the lack of
solar tattoo pigmentation -
i treat the argument for god
like i'd treat winning the jackpot in lottery,
it just has the prefix existential- prior to what's
being gambled: someone suggested respectability;
i guess that's fair enough - otherwise
i call it a fail with potatoes acting as bricks
in Northern Ireland... and a blatant lack
of back-up colonialism....
that ****** better sprech Anglo
or he's toast.... then came the Voodoo Vindaloo -
screaming: churn out the chillies into chokes! aah!
oh oh or excessive umlaut agitation -
poor tool tummy - when have you experienced
the ****** in surgical syllables taken
to the butchers for coarse timing
that never coerced?
i danced that dance, angry though,
when they played Pendulum's Tarantula
in a Basildon's night-club - you heard a roar
when spotted an "epileptic"
(both dittoing as said, and ambiguity) weaving a web of
personal space - truly and originally,
not your cup of tea - i'd ensure you as
respectably assured -
mind the Sundays and the roast beef and
the home office and Yorkshire fundamentalism;
Newcastle? Newcastle is too hedonistic.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
Hold these truths that men aren't created equal,
there was never a holocaust and slaves had choice.
Half wit typical negroid flips out like her race does.
All I said four eyed dumb fatty was you been on every
day since you made your main account back in O9'
Get over your ******* self and stop stirring up **** like
your kind do since your race been freed.
Have your people call my people ok cyber queen?
You type **** real good under all your many handles. ; )
As your twin four eyed and ugly spike lee would say,
byotch, do the right thing and delete what you stole!
I don't smoke like DM and he is unimportant and
so are you. You are movie star? You will be one when
my dogs **** becomes one. His pile of **** looks better
than your ugly *** Good luck finding that rich whitey
you seeking. You be working minimum wage for a long
time honey! : )
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC
The hatter with horns
Made his dear Alice a promise
"Wonderland my dear
We'll take you there
You'll never have another fear"
He pulled his Alice close
"Come on dear just run
To the rabbit hole you know?
No papers
And no signatures
Just grab my hand and I'll guide the way"
"I doubt a little trip
Down a rabbit hole will cure me
Of all the pain she left me.."
I disagree with my simple friend
Tick tock, tick. tock.
Tick..tock.., tick...tock...
The clocks around so Then suddenly stop
As the hatter bows his head
And all the lights slowly dim
"Its so simple Alice my dear
Take this hand I hold out toward you
Grip it tight and never let go
We'll run till we see Whitey
Climb in his cab and he'll drive us the rest of the way
With a few conditions of course
'No Food Or Drink
No Dying
No Puking
No Nothing Else'
Once we get to the Rabbit hole
Hold to me tight
We'll fall quite a ways
But just remember
In Wonderland everything is nonsense
I will protect you there
My dear Alice
All the pain will go away
Now quick make a decision
Pain or carefree"
"But won't she hate me?
If I'm gone they'll miss right?
What if they forget me?"
The clocks start ticking again
Tick....tock...., tick...tock...
Tick..tock.., tick.tock.
"Time is ticking Alice
Our 15 seconds are up Its now or never"
The hatter bows with his hand stretched out
"Yes!" I whisper
Reaching for his hand
With a quick spin he whispers into my ear
"Run dear...ready?
3...2...1"
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 5:14 PM UTC
porque la lluvia me llamó a correr
el día que no quería volver
sin hacer lo que pensaba
despierta en el insomnio
de las nubes grises que se asomaban
entre paseos de miedo, sal y sol.
con cuanto viaje podía decir que sí
y que no, que cuando supiera
la verdad y el ensueño calmara
por ahí te veía bailando
en tu vestidito blanco
tan campante,
tan extraña, tan mía.
-------------------------------------------------
because the rain called me to run
the day i didn't wanted to return
without making what i meant
awake in the insomnia
of the grey clouds looming
between rides of fear, salt and sun.
with each trip i could say yes
and no, so when i knew
the truth and the reverie would calm down
maybe i would saw you dancing
in your whitey dress
so confident,
so strange, so mine.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
When I say,
Eeny, Meanie, Miney, Moe,
You know what follows,
Today's children don't know.
Should we be shamed,
Though blameless,
Called racist and supremacist.
I learned those words long after the rhyme,
Losing innocence with time.
Can I still call you Whitey
If my skin is...
Well, different from Whitey's.
I'd be stupid
To catch a tiger
By the toe;
PETA would skin me.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
My teeth are smiling back at me
From a glass beside the bed
I wonder "Do they look that bad"
"When they're positioned in my head?"
They looked all kind of cloudy
***** brown, and green
I think I need to change the way
I make my teeth get clean
Right now I use polident
To make my choppers shine
But, if this is the way that they turn out
I'm embarrassed that they're mine
I took them out and washed them off
I stuck them in a glass of bleach
I thought, "This will make them whitey white"
The colours will all leech
Out of my clean choppers
And will brighten up my smile
Then you'll see me from afar
Well, at least a half a mile
I left them for two hours
and they came out brown and green
I thought, they look no better now
They look totally obscene
I even took to painting them
A glorious shade of white
I left them on my workbench
To dry and harden overnight
They still look brown and greeny
Like they were buried in the yard
I swear, I've never had a thing
That's made me work so hard
I cannot put them in my mouth
with out cleaning off the crud
It's looks like I am smiling
With a mouth that's full of mud
I took a pad of wire wool
And scrubbed them like you do
They didn't get much brighter
But, now at least...they're blue
I went down to the chemists
To get something for my teeth
I needed something powerful
To relieve me of my grief
The chemist said "please shut your mouth"
"You're scaring all who passes"
"Your teeth are oh so snowy white"
"The dirt is on your glasses!!"
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
yo, dawg
I remember this one time
we was straight chillin
I fell out and was sleepin hard, dawg
my homeboys was actin the fool
smoking that tea
wildin out
like they was straight mad
party was of the hiz-ook
then this little blond ***** rolled in
takin bout whitey
o’ some ****
I was tore up, dawg
sleepin in a muthafukkin teapot
this ** flappin her gums
bout this and that
like we give two *****
homeboy, we was jess lookin to rip it up
out of the blue this trick
says ‘cat’
dawg, I jumped up
running across the table
moving furniture
up in this here muthafukka
my homeboys lit out after me
hollerin like big dawgs
one a’ those fools
we like to call the Hatter
went to rubbin a bit o’ jam on my nose
a little on the gums
you how we do
anaway
that **** did the trick
and I fell out
hard like a muthafukka
passed. the **** out.
hit the bricks and skid my chin
you feel me?
bout that time this little trip rolls in
talking about being late n’ ****
that Hatter straight destroyed his rolex
send homeboy to cryin like *****
dawg, that **** was the craziest party
we still talk about the madass ****
…..never knew what happened to the blond
chick was a trip ---
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
A lame idea's not a knock
At ones who can't stand and walk.
My eight handicap's not a slur
To any falling short of par.
I repeat, Are you deaf or something,
Doesn't insult the hard of hearing;
It only means you're not listening.
If one's blind as a bat,
It's not a slight, it's not a fact,
It's just a phrase we humans use;
I've heard some used against the Jews,
And others we've unlearned to use.
We of habit and long of tooth
Aren't as bad as you may think
When overhearing oldies speak:
I'm just jittery when I'm spooked.
Our excessive sensitivity's daunting.
Nothing said's meant to be hurting.
How does all this sit with Whitey?
Yes, Whitey's what I said.
Should I mind that name?
Isn't it the same?
It's used to ridicule,
Exposing Whiteys as the fools,
By some who think they're far too cool:
*Whitey said so...
Whitey did so...
Whitey don't know...*
This Whitey do know;
He don't like this ****
Not one little bit, Brother;
And it makes me cottin-pickin ******
With the hypocrisy, Sister.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
I'm going down
to the local bar
to see one of
the toilets.
I'm goin' to
try and be
a star..
see if the shoe fits.
I'm goin' to find
a beat whether
it's crap or rap.
I'm goin' to
put my hands
in my armpits
and hope to hell
I don't got the clap,
and shout it out
'cause it'll be about
something,
even if it's the *****
Every time
I hear the phrase
'Hip Hop'
I think of Easter
being on its way.
I'm going to call me
Vanilla not so nice,
the whitey who rolls them dice,
don't get caught in no trap
like all those other mice.
Hell, now I'm flippin' house's,
what a way to land on your feet..
and I still hear my songs on the radio..
...not often mind you.
Lot's of people make mistakes
while others get some breaks,
Now I may have said some things
to get yourtail feathers up..
but don't you worry about me,
I can take the blow-by-blow.
It could be a lot worse don't you know.
I could be some numb nuts like David Allan Coe.
I could leave this one to rest
because it's most clearly
not one of my best,
but it woke me up one morning
and I had to right it down..
© 2012
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
How much does the truth cost?
I asked her a question, for free the sun comes up she said
I asked a black man, he said **** YOU whitey I then cried
I ask a police man then got sent to jail
I asked my sisters they lied and stoled my money and blocked my emails I dunno why?
I asked the birds, they **** on me then flew away
I asked my mom she died yesterday
I asked my step dad drunk on *** he told me I was no good called me a hood at age 9, he said I was a good for nothing ***
I asked my ex wife oh what woes, she divorced me ran away her new husband wears my old clothes
I asked the priest by the church who kicked my broken leg
I asked my government for assistance but I was denied
I asked for a job I applied
The boss cheated my pay
I'm homeless today
All I ask is why?
D. Clare
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
black harlem hid me when i was
afraid to be free
buried in the lovely ladies
till my eyes were opened
when all i wanted was
death or poverty
or to see a child
completely
black harlem had only
reality for me
taught me it was okay
to be with "whitey"
black harlem taugh me
just to see
each and every person
as longing to be free
taught me it was okay
to be a "honkie"
cause everybody just wants
to be free
cause everybody just wants
to be free
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 2:16 PM UTC
What a ******* *******
Thinking he's so high and mighty
Taking the day off just to sit on his ***
Stupid priveledged whitey
Refuses to see the favorable position he's in
Just likes to believe he is lower
To get pity from others and kin
Maybe he's just a **** blower
**** what a *******
Stupid as **** get outta my sight
You're about to get hit
And you know I'm right
Go to hell man
You don't deserve the **** you have
You're so pale, not tan
Not even smooth, no, not suave
I shouldn't have to stare at this dope
He better not get any nearer
I'm thinking of this while putting on soap
and staring into a mirror...
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
i can still look into the velvet depths of the night,
whether in forest or perched on a windowsill grazing
my eyes into the night, and still see nothing except myself;
or you should see me walking down for a refill
of ice-cubes listening to ***** & the maytals'* 54-46
that's my number - i know whitey boy albino given
an injection of rhythm, well at least you were given
a creative outlet under the stiff-upper lips of the redcoats,
the jews weren't even told to build the pyramids under ******
you gave us the blues, jazz, and pirate reggae,
what could the ******* jews offer us to compensate the atrocities?
**** all apart from memorable guilt and autobiographies!
oh yeah, and german industrial music, what fun!
ha ha... robo- -boy with alias Kraftwerk.
in my long gone list of artists i forgot to mention
Alpha Blondy & Barrington Levy - high fidelity poetry
by someone not called nick hornby.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
There once was a family of clouds,
Blue were their noses and blue were their shrouds.
Amongst them lived 3 outcasts, though
As though through the blue, someone had brazenly run a plough!
Blotchy, whitey and marbly let’s call them,
Of the big blue sky, they were the beautifully botched hem.
The smurfy blues didn’t think so, alas!
And neither did the the puppets on the ground, peeping through the looking glass.
Rain was their saviour,
For amidst those tears, no one would notice their stark behaviour.
The smurfy blues covered them up,
Lest someone see their erroneous turf.
Then shone the sun one fine day,
And like rising phoenixes, the castaways came out to play.
For a thing such as beauty, ever so fickle
They were a miraculous honey-hued trickle.
The puppets on the ground too swapped their loyalties,
And soon the alleged drops of milk were favoured royalties.
The sky too embraced the cotton-ous hue amidst the smurfy blue,
And just like that, their fairytale slowly came true.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC
Our yesterdays are foreign shores,
With unusual customs.
Among us are worm-holers,
Using foreign words
Like *Whitey, ****** ***** Indian.*
Archaic phrases,
*A woman's place...
A child should...
Are you a man...*
Our boundaries have shifted.
Isolationism, provincialism, racism,
All derogatory isms
Are placed in a time capsule,
Not to be opened by this civilization,
This new country for ex-pats.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC