Discrimination Poems
Luck had not favoured our love
by A.K Jaisingh
Years went by,
Barnet of black have turned a ish hoary,
Youth has been decreasing,
Visage of fascination has turned to the face of a weeping philosopher having creases,
But the faith in you that you will return someday has not yet deceased in the coldness of Time.
I remember the day when you
Came to me holding a crimson garb for me, for love had brought down the curtains of faith in your heart, for I had pledged you that I will never let your heart fragment again.
I remember that day when you believed me and held my hand tight for my mortal orbs had dispatched the message of love to the port of your heart.
I still remember that moment when crave of food had driven both of us mad but your care for me, your love for me which you proved when you handed over the stuff to me and asked me to eat it first and then give you the remnants of it.
But luck had not favoured our love instead it favoured those ragamuffins and wrongdoers of the so called society who tend to protect the pride of their culture, where we were separated for the difference in our caste.
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Ode to The World
by Oreo de Walkers
Feelings.
The most complex thing about humanity.
The justification for idiocy and the motive for love.
The notions fill our head that the world is roses and doves.
We reached 18 hoping it was.
Opening up to people who did not get love.
When will we wake up, life is not as easy as it seems.
These fake ideals are why humanity is ripping at the seams.
SHUT UP.
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A Dream Of Whitman Paraphrased, Recognized And Made More Vivid By Renoir
by Delmore Schwartz
Twenty-eight naked young women bathed by the shore
Or near the bank of a woodland lake
Twenty-eight girls and all of them comely
Worthy of Mack Sennett's camera and Florenz Ziegfield's
Foolish Follies.
They splashed and swam with the wondrous unconsciousness
Of their youth and beauty
In the full spontaneity and summer of the fieshes of
awareness
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When The Law Shut Down Your Dreams
by Christen Kuikoua
In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua,
Yet each day, I question if it's truly me.
I can act, sing, and model with passion,
But my dreams face a relentless decree.
Every aspiration met with a crushing sound,
As though someone's there to pull me down.
It's a daily struggle, a living hell,
Where critiques and judgments persist and swell.
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Discrimination
by Siyana Tsvetkova
Discrimination is everywhere I look
If you search you'll find it
Like the love of parents
If I wasn't their child they'd hate me
They'd hate everything about me
They'd hate how I look, how I act, how I feel
The love of a parent is pure discrimination
Because they're forced to love and care
But maybe their discrimination is going to change for love, if I was more like her, if I was more girly, if I wasn't a phone addict, if I was perfect
The thing is I don't wanna live like that, I don't wanna be someone else, so fuck it hate me all you want raise me till 18 and I'm out you won't have to see ur daughter, ur disappointment.
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Discrimination
by Siyana Tsvetkova
Discrimination is everywhere I look
If you search you'll find it
Like the love of parents
If I wasn't their child they'd hate me
They'd hate everything about me
They'd hate how I look, how I act, how I feel
The love of a parent is pure discrimination
Because they're forced to love and care
But maybe their discrimination is going to change for love, if I was more like her, if I was more girly, if I wasn't a phone addict, if I was perfect
The thing is I don't wanna live like that, I don't wanna be someone else, so fuck it hate me all you want raise me till 18 and I'm out you won't have to see ur daughter, ur disappointment.
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When The Law Shut Down Your Dreams
by Christen Kuikoua
In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua,
Yet each day, I question if it's truly me.
I can act, sing, and model with passion,
But my dreams face a relentless decree.
Every aspiration met with a crushing sound,
As though someone's there to pull me down.
It's a daily struggle, a living hell,
Where critiques and judgments persist and swell.
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas, USA
by Hébert Logerie
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians
Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland
It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments
And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents
Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
by Hébert Logerie
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians
Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland
It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments
And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents
Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants
Migrants, like all of us, are simply seeking a better life on a different land
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Sotto Il Ponte A Del Rio, Texas, Stati Uniti D'america
by Hébert Logerie
Sotto Il Ponte A Del Rio, Texas, Stati Uniti D'america
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Sotto il ponte a Del Rio sono fermi, bloccati, appostati, accerchiati
Ammucchiati migliaia di migranti Haitiani, non Ucraini
Francamente, se fossero questi ultimi, non sarebbero sanzionati
Detenuti, umiliati, maltrattati e deportati come haitiani
Come mandrie di bestiame nei centri di detenzione in Messico o nella loro Patria
È stupido, triste, odioso e ripugnante per vedere i trattamenti barbari
E le umiliazioni inflitte loro dagli agenti della Border Patrol
Che sono essi stessi discendenti di migranti poveri e un tempo disperati I migranti, come tutti noi, cercano semplicemente una vita migliore in una terra diversa
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