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Black or White - Political Correctness

Black, black is beautiful
All colours are meaningful
But Obama is not black, he is mixed race
Think about it; absorb this at your own pace

I'm weighing the two
Like I always do
In all fairness, in this world of madness
This is what I call 'Political Correctness'

Obama is not black but mixed race
Take a look at the color of his face
He is light skinned, not even dark
But they chose to call him black

I'm weighing the two
Like I always do
With a white mother and a father that is black
The ignorant masses prefer to refer to you as black!

Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Black And Red

Black and Red
The colours of dead
Black and Red
The colours of my bed.

Black and Red
swirling in my head
Black and Red
Killing my brov Ted.

BLACK AND RED

Black and Red
Colours that spread
Black and Red
The patterned thread.
Black and Red
The voices said

Black and Red
I Iove eating bread
Black and Red
My favourite colours till the end.

poem by Carniz Fatema
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black RESPECT

Black shoes,
black suits,
black sandals
black you,
black specs,
black life,
black faces,
black casket dropped deep the dark grave,
Red ribbons,
red lights,
red flowers,
red wine.
Hearse sirens
wailing women,
Black speeches,
Blackened praises, all in all they call it the last respect

poem by Joub kahuria
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Black and White (Stream XV)

I have black thoughts,
It is a black day,
A day when the black dog
Coal black, hovers at my shoulder.
I shoulder the burden.
Deep in the black hole.
Black as a black hearted night.
Negative.
Stark.
Black and white.
I do not call my good days white days.
Why?
Or have white thoughts
On a white day,
When the white dog
Pure white sits upon my shoulder.
Which is unburdened.
Out of the pit,
Luxuriating in the bright white light;
White as the purest snow.
Positive.
For we live in a too white world
Maybe we should have grey days,
And light days.
Why should Black be negative and White poitive?

For me then, today is a grey day.
Maybe tomorrow will be a light day.

Copyright P H Brookes 2012

poem by Paul Brookes
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Black and White and Red

Black and White
And Red I see
Demons they do
Torture me
Black and White
And Red all day
The voices are real
Or so they say
Black and White
And Red abound
I'm lost I call
I'm never found
Black and White
And Red flow out
I scream but you
Don't hear me shout
Black and White
And Red so bright
Exit blood and
Enter light
Black and White
And Red of death
Now I breathe
My final breath

poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Parity on colour

The white prefer being referred to as the white.
The black mind being referred to as the black.
The white have pleasure to refer to the black as black
No parity without psychological evenness.
25.07.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I want change

This modern technology feeds the ignorant masses
With words and images more addictive than grasses
Since when did black become white?
Since when did wrong become right?

With each generation, race is defined
Pure black roots have been redefined
Skin colours are redefined in broad daylight
And the people vote out of sentimental plights

Strange!
I want change
I don't want a range of change
That rearranges my need for change

Dancing around is this global financial crisis
This is cracking up the world into pieces
A mixed-race making grounds is a stepping stone
But there is no pure black root high up the throne

Listen!
There is no black in the Whitehouse
Listen!
There is no female in the Whitehouse

It is a blinding mystery
How we so easily forget our history
The struggles and the fights for identity
The hope of stability and equality of sexuality

Strange!
I want change
But I don't want a range of change
That superficially rearranges my need for change

The stronger the root, the stronger the stem
There is no one who can solve our problems
The problem of starvation
The problem of population
Passed on from generation to generation

It does not matter who holds autonomy
On decisions of matters on the global economy
Until we learn to be considerate
As we copulate to endlessly populate

Food resources are facing extinction
Natural forces are on fateful missions
Man made curses introduce present institutions
There is no cure
Unlike before!

Strange!
I want change
But I don't want a range of change
That superficially rearranges my need for change

Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Presidential Race

Wake Up! Wake Up
The stakes are up without a stop!

He shines amongst the mediocrities
Always mesmerising with charismatic oratory
She stands a symbol of intellectual motherly hope
In a global arena of chiefly masculine political scope

Wake Up! Wake Up
This is a race for the Presidential Cup!

The People want change
And change does not come without consequence
Black, white, mixed race or diversities of range
Cannot deliver without avoiding consequence

And these days the political media digs deep
Dictating to us when to peacefully sleep
Dictating to us when to tearfully weep
But peace is what we should strive to keep

Wake Up! Wake Up
This is a race for the Presidential Cup!

Strong or old
Young or bold
The Barracuda has changed the pace of the game
In an era where it is all about your choice of name

And to all the world it shall be no mystery
When our hero rewrites the books of great history

Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Beauty, inside and out

I am black
I am beautiful
inside and out

I am black
I am beautiful
my voice is medium toned, I try not to shout

I am black
I am beautiful
I don't let anyone put me down

I am black
I am beautiful
Though sometimes I may act as a clown

I am black
I am beautiful
I'm filled with such pride

I am black
I am beautiful
I'll make such a wonderful bride

Black and Beauty
that describes the outside of me

Nice or mean, you have to decide
To me and most people I am nice inside

I am beautiful, I am black
I am black, I am beautiful

poem by Camacy Melville
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Shades of Grey

Black is the color of the night
Grey is the shadow of you I sight
White is the shirt you wear
Black is your suit I declare

White is the wall you lean against
Grey is our path I sensed
Black is the memory I lost
Black is the road we never crossed

Grey is the prospect of the day
Grey is the taxi driving away
Black is the truth to never find you
Black is everything I can't undo

Black is my room without light
White is my color of hope in spite
Grey is the circle around my heart
Black is the truth like a work of art

© 2011

poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Black

Black is favourite
Black is right
Black is supreme
I born black
I die black.
Without black
How can you
assess white?
Within black
Everything filled.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Not all blacks

Diamonds are black,
hairs are black,
eyes are also black,
but heart too black?

Bear no grudge,
colours matter less,
does mother throw her child?
if kid is black,

Colour may not remain and vanish,
body may still last but perish,
idea may remain and also cherish,
hatred may remain and us finish,

Body may change from time to time,
The color may fade with passage of time,
nature may not change even with time,
do our feelings change with time?

'Thy' may not appreciate,
human beings should not differentiate,
race, colour and abuse should not substantiate,
where will you seek refuge if atmosphere vitiate?

Let colour not dominate,
race should not subordinate,
let all come together and co-ordinate,
make use of all and not denigrate,

My God was black,
still was loved by many,
Poor are still not hated
even have no money,

I may say it loud,
May feel even proud,
Does that ring so sound?
Let love for all be found,

Let there prevail nationalism,
take credit with idealism,
rationale thinking and some rationalism,
”Ism” all over but term it patriotism,

Sentiments not hurt by calling black,
no wars be fought even stabbed from back,
always carry the ideas in your pack,
remain alert even if you draw a flake,

when out from mother’s womb or mines,
diamond or child will have no shine,
if go by sayings black will not to be liked
with shine in diamond, price will be hiked,

Neither the Black represent dark,
not the dark as word black,
Black may have kind heart,
white may have black,

So say not black is bad,
With black son don’t feel sad,
You will feel good with word dad,
without black or white you will go mad

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not Like Any Other Color

This is no joke
This is no egg-yoke
Black is not like any other color
Black has its unique beauty
Its own charm and splendor
It is the color of the reality
It is the absence of the sun
It is the exile of the moon
Black is the last color
That we will see before crossing the border.

Black can be positive
Or negative
Depending on someone’s perception
Interest or observation
Because of ignorance
And lack of experience
Many neophytes unfortunately use that color
As a scapegoat, as a traitor
Who can stab in the groin or in the back
Charcoal is black, coffee is black.

At times, it may not be apparent
Black is beautiful and different
It is the color of the night
It is the absence of light
It is the last color
That we will see before crossing the border
Where no color exists afterwards
Where there are no sounds, no words
No opinions, no aroma and no prejudice
There live absolute serenity and peace.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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Black and White

My world is black and white,
The colors I see is black and white,
Hold me tight,
Don’t let me go,
See the tears I have cried,
Listen to my cry,
Look into my eyes,
My world is black and white,
Cut my wrist,
Black my eyes,
Blacken these thoughts I think of,
Black and white is all I can see,
The tears is all I can feel,
Feel me fading away,
Watching myself falling apart,
Look deep into my eyes,
Can you see me,
Can you feel the pain I feel,
I don’t understand why I am feeling this sad,
All the moments that once we shared has faded away like others have,
I never did tried to see the beyond the black and white clouds,
I need to face what I have become,
I need to find my way back,
The black and white is all I can see and feel,
My world has been black and white.

poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Dark and Black

Yes I am dark and black,

its none of your business,

don’t fill your heart with hatred,

it is my one and only destiny,

so don’t wanna be my enemy.

Yes I am dark and black,

it is my fate and race,

I’m here to run this pilgrim race,

I’m hot and real, not another fake,

so get used to my deep black face.

Yes I am dark and black,

That’s what I am, I love it so,

I’m not ashamed, don’t be confused,

It’s not for sale keep moving on,

I’m black and proud, all my days.

Yes I am dark and black,

call it whatever you want,

equate me with all your evil and demons,

but excuse me your personal pains and agony,

for darkness and blackness ain’t the same thing.

Yes I am dark and black,

before I was loaded in your slave boat,

and shipped to plantations far unknown,

and made to work and toil for free,

raped and abused, miseries untold.

Yes I am dark and black,

touch my hue and feel the smoothness,

embrace me and feel some gladness,

reject me at your own destruction,

respect me and be respected.

Yes I am dark and black,

forever I will be, don’t block my path

I’m more than this, so let me be,

no matter your segregation, I’m here to stay,

it’s not just a fact but it’s the plain truth.

Yes I am dark and black,

the unending ocean couldn’t change my blackness,

your strongest chain couldn’t break my color,

please blame your fathers and your mothers,

if my son now sit enthroned as your king.

Yes I am dark and black,

I was before your fathers arrived,

I was as I sailed the stormy waters,

I was as I waited my salvation,

I am and forever will be.

Yes I am dark and black,

it is my turn to rise and shine,

burn yourself in hell if you can’t stand it,

cry all you want, it won’t change the truth,

for the Most High has sealed it, there’s no repentance.

Yes I am dark and black,

and whom shall I fear?

why should I be dismayed?

and what shall I be afraid of?

yes I am dark and black,

and so shall it be

beyond this border even into eternity.

Isaac Slimx
May 2009

poem by Isaac 'slimx'
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Old Black Dawning

I hung around
On the planet mabel
She tried to stand
But she was not able
She tried to find the truth
She tried to colonize space
She only had a few
But it was a good race
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning
Old black dawning
Im always happy to
Go down to old tucson
After you had your fun
Its time to move on
Ive got a favorite story
About the tower of babel
Some say its true
And some say its a fable
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning
Old black dawning

song performed by by Frank Black
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Black Heart

Black Heart is shame
Black Heart is pain
I'm so black hearted, I have no name

Black Heart is sadness
Black Heart is no hope
I'm so black hearted, I'm about to pick up a rope(hang)

Black Heart is lonely
Black Heart is wanting to kill
I'm so black hearted, I'm about to take pills(overdose)

Black Heart is angry
Black Heart is despair
I'm so black hearted, i can't have a another pair(lover)

poem by Avontae' Miller
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My Women

My black women is black and beautiful
her eyes are black and beautiful
as she smiled and admired her beauty
she's a hard worker full of dreams
she keeps on trying whenever her dreams deems
my black women is black and beautiful

She bears and carries fruits for her fimaly
as she protects and proclaims her love.
look! there she acts and flies like a dove
for she's a carer that cares continously
my black women is black and beauiful

She's a victim of being hurt and raped
although they steal and victimize her virginity
she's a co-creator with God
I love and respect my black women
my black women is black and beautiful.

poem by Aviwe Bezu
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Dark and white

Dark and white exist together
Both know well who is better
Yet one can feel always proud
It is look that spells sound

White does not mean simple peace
Dark does not seem gloom and unease
Both carry same meaning and exist
Lord has blessed both to prevail and greet

Same feeling, same aspirations and will power to fight
Choosing of course between wrong and right
What should be carried on is colorless race
Then you may find happiness on face

We have existed since centuries
Under gone pain and miseries
Our heart, eyes, hairs all black
Why not we prefer while blood and stake?

It is pure madness and senseless thinking
The thought in its inception is stinking
How can we be so choosey about natural color?
We are lovely kids from God and stay as flower

White color may appeal more on some basis
Yet black may protect you from some magic
It is our belief since very beginning
We all prefer dark clouds, black nights and stars shining

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Other Place Is More Mixed Up

Black is the color of my skin.
Well...
Not really 'black' black.
But kinda mocha.
You see,
My mother had been referred to as 'high yella'
And my father dark complected.
My sisters and I have this brownish tone.

My hair?
Nappy.
Well...
Not 'nappy' in the conventional sense.
You see,
I have dreads.
They look like braids.
But they are not.

My race?
Gee,
Let's see.
I remember when I was a 'kid'
I was then a Negro.
Then there was that dreaded 'N' word.
Then I became Black.
And 'proud' of course.
To be mistaken as an American Indian,
West Indian, Puerto Rican, Mexican...
And even Italian!
YES.
Because of my last name.
Well...what 'is' you?

Then I had an uncle,
Who thought he had to correct all of our dictions.
'Speak clearly! Enunciate.'
I would hate to visit my cousins.
'Is your father at home?
I hope not! '

Then there was a period when I was told,
'You think you white?
Trying to talk proper! '

Today?
I think more about getting my bills paid.
Or the ones I do pay.
I can not concern myself with race.
There are white folks wearing their hair in dreads.
Hair 'nappier' than mine!
Close your eyes and listen to today's music.
Is that Eminem? Justin Timberlake? Robin Thicke?
They sound better than some blacks that do it!
Madonna ain't no Beyoncé.
But neither is Patti a Gladys Knight or Chaka
Or Sarah Vaughn.
And that list can go on and on.
And Frank? Sinatra! Elvis, the Pelvis!

You know what?
With all this talk about color and race...
What other place is more mixed up than America?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Red

There are three colores,
Each a meaning,
in its own,
a little more important,
Than the rest.

White is calm, white is blank,
white is pure and white is clean,
white is the color of doves,
white is the color of here and there,
white is pure.

Black is dark, black is full,
Black is absent and black is stained,
Black is the color of night,
Black is the color of life and death,
Black is dark.

There is one other to say,
The one that flows within,
This color is not white,
but it is pure,
this color is not black,
But it is dark,

This color is all,
It is calm, it is blank,
It is dark, it is full,
both pure and stained,
clean and absent,
it is life it is death,
it is here and it is there,
this is the color,
of everything,

It is red.

poem by Rebecca Adams
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