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Speak Your MindA Poem by Invisible InkWritten for contest and in honor of Human Rights' Day 12/10/10 |
AM NOT A LABELA Poem by Prince El Fatiwe called our selves different labels and racism over came us, nobody is born to be black,brown, or white. these are just labels. |
Side Story (1): Part 5/5A Chapter by YouoweYoupayWhy was she bleeding? |
Racial ProfilingA Poem by Elton CampIt's a fact of life for minorities. |
My In Laws - Anya TanikA Story by Maya StormShort story of a wife spending time with her in laws, addressing their flaws and short comings without paying much attention to her own. |
What Kind of a WorldA Poem by AnonymousWhat kind of a world do we live in? |
Go Ahead ! Pick Up Your Marbles and Leave !A Story by Easter3The simply complex World of Children's Games. |
Hear My Story: A Tale of PrejudiceA Story by BriThis a histoical-fiction story that I had to write for school. |
UnphasedA Poem by Elephants & CoyotesHalf-breed kitty cat,Mewing through the gate,"Too few marbles in your bag,To paw over this way?I ain't got no mites in my fur,Just spots my mama gave .. |
Underneath the Same SunA Poem by Summer WindtonAnother poem, by me, Summer, to advocate against racism and sexism. |
Just let goA Poem by alex.m1991StopDon't you know there is no judgement hereI only want to hold youAnd keep you from harmI will never betray youOr do you wrongDon't you know that yo.. |
Hey Black GuyA Poem by (☞゚ヮ&..I'm looking for this man. Have you seen him? |
Ch. 3: Fear of X (and teenagers playing basketball..A Chapter by Gee RoughinOn Mondays, Suzie-Q took piano lessons. Alice’s Mom drove Suzie-Q, in return for Suzie-Q’s Dad driving Alice to her youth group during Mr.. |
Ch. 7: Fear of X (or the awkward path towards trus..A Chapter by Gee RoughinSuzie-Q went in her bedroom and shut the door. Suzie-Q stood looking at the door. Suzie-Q breathed out steel. He’s never gon.. |
2KillaMockingBirdA Poem by LeeLee Rydershort poetry about one of my favorite films note to self: 35, 35, 41, 34,31,35,40,37=288 words |
Cracked SkinA Poem by BlackRoseHow good am I, my persona? |
rACEA Poem by Tinasha LaRayéI can't wait for the day when racism of today is no longer a writing prompt...or an experience. #sigh |
Cross My Heart and Hope to Die...!A Story by Easter3A reverie of Living Memories on a Time Wave of the Past, Present and Future. |