Stereotypes Poems - Poems about Stereotypes

I am vulnerable, confused, flawed, twisted I am what I am. I don’t want to cook, don’t want to clean. I don’t want to be A wife or a mother. I choose what I will not be. I can wear a six yard or a two piece I can shun style And chose comfort instead. I decide to look how I feel. I may soar, I...

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Her disappointment Has outlasted her a lifetime She now hates all men Because of one awful man Stereotyping sadness ...

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middle aged and middle class driving way too fast on country lanes drop the kid at school group yoga then the pool prosecco and wealth envy over lunch on to a manicure and then hair (you won’t believe who I saw there) send conspiratorial text or two; update facebook get some vino, and the kid - shoot back home knock back another glass...

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Hey you! what do you do, what's your name, and why you seem so weird; Why so silent and timid like a deer, Why you don't act like us, why you won't interact with us; Do you have any problems or any underlying fears? Alas, you enquired my friend, All your stereotypes have hurt me badly, As spectacular as this world is, just...

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The country is changing is what they say, But does the outlook of people actually count? Still, that old stereotypical mindset is what they display, Letting the entire mankind down. One steps out, and there they are, umpteen scanning eyes, Golden highlights, ripped jeans, short skirt is what catches their sight, A new way discovered by the crowd to characterize, Having no...

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Blind Sight -Meghan C. Hutchings Have you really looked at me, Beyond my skin so pale? Do you know my deepest thoughts, The secrets that I veil? Have you really looked at her, Beyond her skin, light brown? Do you know her hopes and dreams, The pain behind her frown? Have you really looked at him, Beyond his skin, so dark? Do you know his...

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Judge Not; Lest You Be Judged Judgement preys on mankind’s weak, The fickle-minded soul Where ignorance and hatred peak Begins the tragic toll… Where stereotypes rear ugly heads And lies become belief, Where trust stays buried under dread The world is left with grief… Injustice follows damaged minds Where better views are flawed Biased vision taints one’s view Cold hearts remain unthawed… This cycle culminates in...

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Stereotypes So now you join an equality club and think you’re an activist You seriously wanna get hired but now a high school graduate It’s really really sad that it even had to come down to this Oh my God!! You going against racism, profiling, and produce brutality But behind closed doors you killin yo own, this I reality Can’t wear...

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They all feel this way. Sorry. Who? All the Irish and All the Scots, and maybe all the Brits. That is a lot of All’s, I think. They all feel the same way? I query. She nods her head. “Every single one of them.” “So you have met all Irish, all Scots and all Brits?” I ask. She turns haughty. “I don’t...

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A little while ago on my morning walk I wondered, how can this be? when a black cat came out of the shadows to say hello…to me Without any inhibitions…in the middle of the street she ran up and when I looked down…she was purring at my feet. I bent down to scratch her back…”Hello little kitty." I said. She...

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Everybody likes flowers right, Except children who were violated in bedrooms with flowered wallpaper. Oh. Everyone loves faeries right? Except a sensitive young twelve-year-old boy who was called one. Right. Everyone likes to nap, right? Have you ever met a two-year old? Everyone is the craziest word ever. It should be eliminated. Unless you are speaking of air, water, and food....

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This poem is dedicated to Cassidy Megan, the founder of Purple Day. Canadianie, take my lavender ribbon: I will stretch it to you, my dear, from Russian coasts. My "Hallelujah!" will at once be free-born As soon as you reply those loud and distant calls. I write about the Western very rarely But this is not your case, undoubtedly, dear. Don't answer...

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We are Latino, We are Hispanic, We are Black, Asian, Indian, Muslim We are everything, everybody is everything Yet you call me a terrorist, a rapist, a thief, someone who “destroys society” Although I am ashamed to admit that we make mistakes Our reputation falls apart with every bad apple Like the one domino that pushes the rest down On and...

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Stereotypes Black people all have rhythm and are good at basketball Not a single blond in the world has any brains at all Englishmen have bad teeth and Mexicans are lazy And if you think the Dutch aren’t cheap, certainly you’re crazy All Chinese are bad drivers, and hairdressers are gay Consensus...

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A- You measured me by my appearance and preconceived perceptions wondering if I fit the mold of black stereotypes; B- Your gaze holds a gesture of tired impatience and wonder of if I self-hate because my color of skin don’t fit the American way of life or the prototype of what you think im worth because I am...

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