Discrimination Poems | Examples of Discrimination Poetry

The walls remembered my name not my voice, My existence faded by the hourglass, I could feel the weight capture my chest Felt like a taboo down my throat, Memories swept, diminished, downgraded Like words on a wet paper, I found a letter in the rain My name on it, my existence erased. ©?Written Whispers...

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Are my thoughts too loud, Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer? And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat, And you count the seconds until I notice? Do my words come out staggered and awkward- Far apart and yet too close, And do I linger far too long for hands held...

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The new becomes old, and no one notice When the old was new, there was a motive To plan ahead and take liberation back When negros were mistreated and under attack Before then, we were royalty with a mighty purpose Before being enslaved by the ones who convinced us, we were worthless We were transformed from riches, and they took our...

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Wilted Flowers What’s happened to Justice and speaking truth to power When people protested With a peace sign and flower Yes times are changing Evil has invaded thoughts The shifting of power In madness you’re caught Now you attack each other It seems so black and white The poor bow to the rich Things have shifted far right Neighbors fighting neighbors You believe it’s fake news Instead of...

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An ultimatum stood at my door And greeted me so fondly To the tune of my thumping heartbeat. "Live as I seem or die as I am" The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones- Sick with grief and mourning Of a life never lived, A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man- Not man-soon-to-be,...

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Skin, a map of histories untold, a spectrum painted, in stories old. But eyes, they narrow, judge, and then they claim, a difference forged, in prejudice's flame. Words, like stones, they bruise and then they break, a whispered slur, a promise they forsake. Homes, once sanctuaries, turn to battlegrounds, where fear takes root, and silence harshly sounds. Dreams, once vibrant, fade to shades...

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The heat haze from the fire was joining that of the sweltering day as the man added another item to the fire from his late father's detritus. ...

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Meet me—by the abandoned houses—>there not here<—, for it’s a danger! to be seen in such ill company as I__I mean: if strangers knew how strange was our affair, they’d **** us!—meet me when night has grown fair, bring gifts (flowers) (for nothing’s more obscene in such situation as we are keen). Though I’m well loath to leave you unaware, you’ll must need...

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a small position given in a place of chaos perfect place to flourish and gain hiding behind unhealed trauma and pain playing a role as a trusted confidant observing and collecting information using deception as a comeuppance leashing out unseen horrid inflictions cashed out from many schemes wanting to be center of attention had no control of self or home bullied words with strong...

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“FOCUS INSIDE OF YOU" (by Michelle L. LeBlanc 04/08/2025) Not everyone is meant for you It's ok. Breathe in. Let go What is meant to be, will be So just let it be so Some are meant to be in our lives Some maybe not Don't get caught up in pleasing others It will cause your thoughts to clot Embrace those who...

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Lord one of my problems is letting things go. When I've been wronged by people I know. Your word tells me that I am to forgive. Because that is how you expect us to live. This is easier said than it is to be done. Once the wounding from others have begun. It amazes me how little fellow humans will care. When...

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It’s time we simply just let go of things that we’ve been taught to know Perhaps not by a mom or dad but by the world, it’s just so sad To...

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Once upon a time in a faraway land There was an old man, who had forgotten how to speak His eyes would stare into the sky, void of any emotion, His scars turned wrinkles narrated an untold story His hands, never steady, always counting Sometimes in the middle of the day, he would scream But no sound would escape his mouth,...

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Poor people of our countries Poor people everywhere Poor people of Haiti People who are poor, disoriented, and crazy I will no longer say ‘poor Haiti’ Haiti is a country full of wealth Haiti, a country full of resources For others Haiti is a paradise and rich in resources For others Haiti is a country full of hypocrisy Of destitute, miserable and suffering peoples Haiti is...

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Harshly treated at 'so called' court.. whose only scales Are visual.' In pure truth' such ruling is naught..No precedent of goodlaw given .' The judge surely needs to Be forgiven.' Such blatent an affront the health and life, in A country with indiginous; aging entrenched; its truly most rife' This is un-fair, un-balanced and conspiricy in act, i see...

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