Xenophobia
“Why are humans so full of hate?” I keep on questioning myself.
Muslims are being prosecuted because of an incident that happened years ago.
Blacks can’t walk the streets without being stopped by the cops.
They’re being hunted down simply because of their skin color.
People wish they were born white.
Instead of being happy with what they have.
People make jokes.
“Asians are smart and Hispanics are gardeners.”
In reality we’re hurting one another with our words.
People don’t realize the power words have.
They’re like little razors cutting our spirit every time someone says something vile.
We try to destroy racism with protests.
It isn't working.
What other way is there.
We need to find a way to stop this.
“I want this to stop” I keep on telling myself but I never do a thing.
It feels like I’m part of the problem instead of the solution.
We've done so much to stop racism.
We've ended slavery.
We've ended segregation.
Now everyone has equal rights regardless of race.
Although we've done all these things, racism is still here.
There has to be a solution to this dilemma.
But we don’t have an answer yet.
The poem really gets the message of racism out, and how you want to do something but you never really do so you find yourself as being part of the problem. The part were you talk about how those people who are racist are like the razors cutting through peoples spirit was a really good comparison.
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