Stereotype

Stereotype

A Poem by PoeticFury
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people do it so much sometime

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Because of the color of skin.....

People judge....

We are not in a court room, but I thought that is why people like Dr King, Rosa Parks,, and Malcolm X died.

Though people call order... with the world being the grand jury.


.I often feel that with the ways of some we have to go back in time and go through all of these processes again.


If anyone feels like me say I.

Cause I.... am sick of all of this judgmental bowl s**t.

How can we talk about what we don't even know. When we think we do.

We don't even have facts.


Why are the African Americans are labeled as criminals based on the color of their skin?

For that matter why are they called by the term of them blacks?


I am sick of dying an inch everyday from all the crying that comes out not from me.

Not from judging, but just plain stupidity.


Remember the term white boy can't jump?

I wonder who feels bad and whack for lying.


Only a hand full of us are living our lives.

Saying that rich people have all the happiness.

How wrong can one be, but everyone sure tries.

Hungry for attention thinking that material makes up the person, so an individual is quick to buy.


Trashing people that come to this country looking for new life, yet they judge the Spanish and Asian cause they don't speak our language or if they don't say hi.


Realize they come as one with a plan.

With intentions, but we are so selfish instead of being wise.

In the mind of false pretenses or sent to your mind from what you see out of your two eyes.


On this day I decide not by karma, destiny, or fate.

The stereotypes go on for a long time, but if that is the case all of you who talk like that.

I have a type for you.

Let's call it fake.

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© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
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