Third culture kid
I'm a third culture kid-
a hidden immigrant;
I seem to fit in;
I've got blonde hair,
white skin and an English accent;
to look at me
you'd never realise where i've been;
that part of me is South East Asian,
American, Scottish, African, Australian;
I grew up in Hong Kong
but went to school in the United Kingdom;
first in Scotland, then in Kent;
my parents are both South African,
my boyfriend's from Spain
and my father works and lives in Bahrain-
to look at me you'd think I fit in
but i'm a third culture kid, an alien;
I just live in Britian!
poem by Danielle Moffat
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English is my second language, but in Hong Kong, they don't know that I'm from China. They think I'm from Hollywood because all the films they see are from here. China and Hong Kong are very different places, but they're starting to merge. Still the culture is very different.
Half my father
Half my father
Half my mother
My mother white as a ghost
My father black as coal
In my face the mixture glows
My skin is white
Still I am a black man
By the make of my nose
My hair is curly
My eyes are gray
Within me both if them lives
My mother’s race
Did enslave
My father’s race
Was never paid.
Still within I bare the two
Am O the new American?
My father is white
My mother is Korean
They met during the war
And I was born
Their only son
By my tone of skin
And by my eyes
You can tell
That there is a divide
And by my blonde hair
It is there for you to spy
Am I the new American?
My mother is German
My father polish
I learned three languages
As I grew older
Both of them
Did love me well
And of each country did tell
That I could draw
From each well
Am I the new American?
My father is Chinese
My mother Spanish
Both crossed over the Rio Grand
I am in the make of my father
But I have my mother’s brown skin
Am I the new American?
poem by David E. Patton
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African American Beauty
Brown skin, black hair, brown eyes, and sweet personality.
That is my culture.
My culture is about the beauty of black women
who are not afraid to show their curves
and express their beauty in the most sexiest way.
We come in all shapes and sizes.
Small, curvaceous,
voluptuous, and more to love.
From that neck bone to that chicken bone,
we are African American beauty.
We invented the big booties and big breasts.
Nice think healthy hair, some nicely wrapped.
We are truly a God sent creation.
Extremely talented to bless people across the country.
We have made ways for so many people.
Step by step
Minute by minute
Day by day
We continue to show people that we are a serious culture
Love to play n have fun
But knows when to stop to take life
And grab it by the horns.
Being strong and not intimidated
Holding on to what we know is right
Being of the minority
When it comes to
Sex
Drugs
Murder
Being of the majority
When it come to
SUCCESS!
What more can I say
We are truly what we say we are
African American Beauty.
poem by Carrie Suter
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Who Am I?
Who am i?
I was born and grew up in Ghana to an Egyptian mother and a Togolese father;
Who am i?
I have taken to the culture, language and the education of Ghana to this present day;
And i know more about Ghana than Togo and Egypt.
Who am i?
I am an half-cast to satisfy my status;
And i can easily blend with my colleagues in Togo and Egypt as well,
But who am i?
In Ghana i eat a lot of plantain,
In Egypt i eat a lot of couscous,
And in Togo i eat a lot of beans;
So i am an African on apeaceful course.
My accent is very sound in Arabic, French and English;
But you can call me black or white because i am always the same,
For i have never caught the wind with my hands!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The African Tradition
Libation! It is the African tradition;
It is the centre culture of our tradition;
The power of the African child,
The network of the information from the household gods
And the gods of kingdom, the gods of our identity.
We libate with schnapps, awake the spirits
Of our ancestors so speed us in action an' reaction
But done upon the gad at ease we no longer
For our centre culture active no more as things fell apart
But who is he that makes our minds troubled?
And walk we abroad and forgot our tradition,
Our culture, belief, our vehicle and our tradition
Woe to you foreigner for deception is you;
The betweeness between us took you away from us
And our offspring you turned rebels with your foreign ideas.
The networks of our wise ones you intercepted
And your strange God now we serve with you
While our wise ones slave for your topless.
No to you foreigner, for me, myself and I shall awake
And maintain my fathers' beliefs, culture and tradition
Which I have come and seen, for it is my true identity,
For I am a true African child.
poem by Lightcheerful Briggs
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Countess From Hong Kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
It ends up the same
Walkin the streets out in singapore
It was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from hong kong
She did everything right
Countess from hong kong
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Shes like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from india
They fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
She cut among the trees
Countess from hong kong believe me baby
Now youre, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Countess From Hong Kong (demo)
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
it ends up the same
Walkin' the streets out in Singapore
it was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from Hong Kong
she did everything right
Countess from Hong Kong
oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
she's like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from India
they fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
she cut among the trees
Countess from Hong Kong believe me baby
now you're, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Who's To Blame
Oh Mother Ghana; Mother Ghana
What has happened to you?
What has happened to your culture?
They say we've fold arms against 'Vernacular' language
Instead opened arms wide to 'English' language
Oh Mother Ghana Mother Ghana
Why?
At school, we are taught the things we do not know
By the 'English' language
Why not 'Vernacular' language?
Oh Mother Ghana, Oh Mother Ghana
Where is your true identity as pure African?
Where is your pride as true Ghanaian?
Oh Mother Ghana, Oh Mother Ghana,
Day after day
When we put on the uniform as students
We are forbidden to speak 'Vernacular' language
Instead the 'English' language
Why Mother Ghana, why Mother Ghana?
When we speak 'Vernacular' language; your culture,
They say: 'Speak English' someone's culture!
When we speak 'English' that someone's culture
They say: 'Abrofosem; speak vernacular language' your culture!
Oh Mother Ghana, Oh Mother Ghana
Who's to blame?
'English or Vernacular language'
Oh Mother Ghana; Oh Mother Ghana.
poem by Francis Julian Zewu
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Ricardo
Ricardo is a poet from Argentina
And at South American dancing few with him compare
And he has become known around South Gippsland
And sad to say men like him now are rare.
Ricardo is a very funny fellow
And I mean funny in a humorous way
At parties and get togethers he's good value
And one has to laugh at some of the things he say.
He lives in Dalyston off of the Bass Coast Highway
And he has brought some culture to the place
He is an easy to like sort of fellow
And he always has a big smile on his face
Ricardo is a poet and a dancer
And to the culture he came from he's true
And he's the life and soul of every party
And he is very good at what he do.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I'd like to state that Spike Lee is not saying that African American culture is just for black people alone to enjoy and cherish. Culture is for everybody.
We..
No one released us,
From the custodian,
Monarch thousands miles away,
We had the tea party at Boston,
And become Independent.
At the same time,
East India Entity,
Entered other territory,
Doing spice and weeds,
We became the subjects.
We, the human,
Have drafted our first constitution,
On the banks of Thames,
Then declared ourselves independent,
In the far away continent,
Across the Pacific Ocean
in the New World,
in American spirit.
We had gone through the rough seas,
Leaving our loved ones in Europe,
We have huge land,
With less population,
Why we go other places,
To do our business and the wars.
When we have the fire in our hearts,
We think rationally with passion.
When our needs are fulfilled,
We think selfishly without concern.
Let us share the world equally,
And live our life happily.
Innovative and democratic
Nature of Europeans,
Hard working, enterprising,
Culture of North Asians,
The energetic spirit of
South Asian, middle Eastern innocence,
Glorious African humility,
We, the human, yet to mature,
We are still the children.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Spirit Of Humanity
No one released us,
From the custodian,
Monarch thousands miles away,
We had the tea party at Boston,
And become Independent.
At the same time,
East India Entity,
Entered other territory,
Doing spice and weeds,
They became the subjects.
We, the human,
Have drafted our first constitution,
On the banks of Thames,
Then declared ourselves independent,
In the far away continent,
Across the Pacific Ocean
in the New World,
in American spirit.
We had gone through the rough seas,
Leaving our loved ones in Europe,
We have huge land,
With less population,
Why we go other places,
To do our business and the wars.
When we have the fire in our hearts,
We think rationally with passion.
When our needs are fulfilled,
We think selfishly without concern.
Let us share the world equally,
And live our life happily.
Innovative and democratic
Nature of Europeans,
Hard working, enterprising,
Culture of North Asians,
The energetic spirit of
South Asian, middle Eastern innocence,
Glorious African humility,
We, the human, yet to mature,
We are still the children.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Jamestown changed the world in many ways, but perhaps it shaped our nation most profoundly the day Africans arrived. I can't think of a more relevant place to talk about the issues facing our community today than the place where African culture became American culture.
quote by Tavis Smiley
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Inequality
There is still inequality in this world of many different faces
Racism and prejudices are found in many of its races
In the African American culture
It’s between the dark and light skin
We can’t stop it around us
If we can’t stop it within
See, I’ve been talked about, teased and put down
All because my skin is a lighter shade of brown
I didn’t ask to be this complexion
I didn’t ask to be the “High Yella Girl Spokesperson”
All that I ask is that you respect me always
Not because of my light skin and light eyes
Respect me because I am a person created by God
Respect me because I hold my family down on my own
Respect me because you love all of the shades of brown
Be happy when success I achieve
Be happy because in dreams I believe
Encourage me when I don’t think I can make it
Be genuine and don’t try to fake it
But most of all-trust in the African American name
All of the trials and obstacles that we overcame
Know that we are diamonds that shine so bright
Know that we are worth more than the stars at night
Know that we are created to be more than conquerors
Know that we are more than statistics report
Know that we united together are a mighty shield
Know that we have to believe in each other to make others yield
We are strong, might and unique
Martin started the journey—all we have to do is complete.
poem by Tonya Helms
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Kevin Andrews
Kevin Andrews the Australian Minister for Immigration says African refugees don't adjust to life in this Land
That Australian ways and culture they do not understand
His excuse for accepting less of African refugees
Seems nothing but latent racism of varying degrees.
He says African refugees are not well educated I only quote what he say
His remarks smack of racism in a very latent way
Kevin Andrews will never be seen as a great
He's not the type of person we should celebrate.
With words he is clever as most politicians are
He just says so much without taking it too far
Just to appease the racist voters amongst the voters out there
And racists as we well know have never been rare.
The accusation that he is a racist of course Kevin denies
Though his feelings on the matter he can barely disguise
And though many with what he says may well agree
It does sound like latent racism to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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They cross the fence
They cross the fence
To get to the land of plenty
And a white kind of happiness
But their skin is brown
And some darker still
The African blood they carry
They travel the deserted desert
Past Brittle bush and familial cactus
To reach the city where the streets
Are paved with a kinder misery
Where they can fide in the community of their own
Who can fault them, who in his heart is so harden
Other then the racist among us
They are quick to birth babies
Who will be called American
And heir to the good life
The crows come north of the border
They pass the check point gates
They only respect crow’s laws and rules
Learned in nature’s school
Of the way to live in the wilderness
And so the babies grows
Speaking English as a second tongue
And they graduate high school
But for collage they can not get
Financial aid
Because their mothers are called illegal
This is the American way
Blame the child for his father’s wrong
Remember the Alamo is the cry that still
Rings in the American’s ear
Forget Wounded Knee
The force march across the south
Pass racist faces
That has no doubts that only the whites
Built this country
Forget the sweat of blacks
For get all but the Europeans
Forget, forget, for get is the battle call
America you will get as good as you gave
History is fair that way.
poem by David E. Patton
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Racism and the Culture Of Racism
We must be aware…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It’s a slur and a swear….,
The Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can’t turn your back….,
On the Culture Of Racism….,
Or you’ll feel the whack…,
Of the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
It’s hard to believe….
The Culture Of Racism….,
That’s why we all grieve….,
The Culture Of Racism…! ! !
We must face the facts….,
On the Culture Of Racism ….! ! !
Cause we’ve seen the attacks…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It follows us all…,
The Culture Of Racism….,
But we must stand tall….,
Against the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can we control or stop it….,
As long as it’s been livin’….? ? ?
That’s the priceless question….,
On the Culture Of Racism…! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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If most American cities are about the consumption of culture, Los Angeles and New York are about the production of culture - not only national culture but global culture.
quote by Barbara Kruger
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The Culture Of Stupidity
Open your naive eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around you….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
No way to escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and stalks you…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
That so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! !
As liberals keep shying away…..,
From the overwhelming threat…..,
Of radical terrorism today…..,
How long will The Culture Of Stupidity go on….? ?
My answer is as simple as this….,
The Culture Of Stupidity shall live on…..,
As long as humankind and liberalism will exist…! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Those Great Entertainers Of Ghana
Those great entertainers of Ghana to their drumming they dance and sing
Music, song and dance an integral part of their culture with them 'tis a natural thing
Compared to them I feel quite ordinary as if my feet are tied to the ground
They sing, dance and drum with a passion in them talent seem to abound
They bring to this great Southern Country their culture from so far away
In these simple lines I do thank them for bringing great joy to my day
So dark and so handsome and lively their whole beings are bubbling and bright
They dance, sing and drum with a passion in the Australian warm sunlight
A long way from tropical Ghana to this sunny Southern Land
They bring their joyful culture with them this marvellous African band
This town that is not known for culture is becoming more multicultural of late
A World without cultural borders is a thing that we should celebrate
And these great entertainers of Ghana they have brought great joy to my day
And I'll retain fond memories of them what better of them can I say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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