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In the RedA Poem by Michael G. SmithThey said there is no more Black or white but only grey No more wrong or right Nor night or day If it feels good Then it&rsq.. |
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Why Racism?A Poem by Jimmy GlennAnti-Racism writing. We are all equal but equality is not what we want, its fairness. |
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Steps of BeautyA Poem by Joey NizzShe takes it step by step as she walks in beauty, Like how the night fallsWith cloudless climes with glittering skiesAnd all of the best of the bright.. |
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Under the MoonA Poem by Mel JayneUnder the light of the moon. |
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BootsA Poem by Stacy PurvisMy Little Black BootsWalking, Running, Climbing FarPlaces Near, Distant |
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The IncubusA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe day the devil came down to earthAnd lodged in Katrina’s heart,It took me suddenly by surpriseWhen she shot his poisoned dart,I’d known.. |
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how/liteA Poem by Vria P Crow"Sweat slides within my palm, grasping howlite..." |
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The Black BoyA Poem by honeyHey Black boy I was told you were in love with yourself Boisterously adoring your melanin Wondering how such perfection could resist envy Beauti.. |
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Fighting the Good FightA Poem by ElyraluneA dimming light foreshadows the night, The pain once bright Now black. And the moon may rise quickly, But not fast en.. |
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The TorrentA Poem by AnnaSeven years by, the torrent of ice persists,freezing the bones of a galaxy that resists.What brings you to that frosted edge there,where nothing but c.. |
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The Black PyramidA Story by 39WafflesA couple archaeologists travel through an Egyptian desert in search for a for something called the "Black Pyramid" and end up making a huge discovery .. |
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New PerspectiveA Poem by Bailey GrayThe sun wasn’t golden and shining todayIt was shades of swirling greyI couldn’t feel the warmth of its raysThe grass and trees did not swa.. |
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A Week in My SkinA Story by Olivia RoseA story on what it's like to walk through life in my skin. All very true events. |
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Gloom galoreA Poem by AphitenzaWhere do I go when I don’t belong homeWhen infestations have overpowered meWhere do I go when I want some peaceWhere I can find some comfort and.. |
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Black ButterflyA Poem by MaximumFlightThere used to be this place back home,I used to call it my place to be.But I still chase this butterfly,It flutters against my face as I run.Black as .. |
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