Equality Poems
Equality
by Maya Angelou
You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.
You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
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People Equal
by James Berry
Some people shoot up tall.
Some hardly leave the ground at all.
Yet-people equal. Equal.
One voice is a sweet mango.
Another is a nonsugar tomato.
Yet-people equal. Equal.
Some people rush to the front.
Others hang back, feeling they can't.
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
by Hébert Logerie
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians
Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland
It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments
And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents
Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants
Migrants, like all of us, are simply seeking a better life on a different land
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It had to be said.
by Khushi Malhotra
Today you’ll be the listener and we’ll be the voice
Conveying this message from us to you,
Around us, there’s so much unnecessary noise
Suffering everyday, yet we don’t know what to do
Why does this still happen every single day?
That we’re pushed down every time we stand
Why even bother celebrating women’s day?
When you just intend to sell us away by a piece of land
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A Pretty Girl with a Witty Mind/ A Witty Girl with a Lovely Face
by Kiyana Tavakolizadeh
Once was a girl who had a lovely face
With deep blue ocean eyes, shined as sapphire
And lips crimson red, as blossoming tulips
And rosy cheeks that charmed a whole Empire
The girl was known for her bewitching beauty
Petite as roses, striking like a statue
Blessed with wit and ace acuity
Little was known of, by ones attached to
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Car Dealerships And Our Profit Driven World
by Ian McCleary
There is really only one full day I have with my wife, that is Sunday. My wife works at a Car dealership which is a very demanding job. They cannot go one hour without the thought of money. They watch her and listen into her by tapping her phone to see if she is following their instructions. They are no strangers to the use of surveillance.
They don't seem to care whether she has any time for me. They have pushed her hours later on weekdays. They put it quite bluntly to her that if she wants a family she will have to find another job. A nice thought but not so easy considering the competitive nature of Capitalism and the people who represent it.
She has tried everything to change their minds and they haven't budged, nothing will even get them to compromise on her hours. They say these are your hours and they are not changing! You don't like it, go somewhere else.
Isn't that always how it is with them. The entire chain of command. They don't care what life you have outside of it. Once you have signed the papers upon being hired you are in a sense theirs. These thoughts would infuriate me more if I had to work for the company my wife works for. But luckily I work for the county and things are much different there. They unlike the car dealership where she works, don't have to be too concerned about where they are getting their money.
As for the private sector that my wife works for, they could end up losing money and that could have a slight effect on whether they do business in the future, but most large companies like GM, don't ever have to worry about going under, probably ever in our lifetime, or even other lifetimes from now, because they are worth some of them billions of dollars in stock. There is a great concentration of wealth in this country and that wealth is not going to go anywhere as long as there is a need for this system. And so this is also why we like to forget the oppression they use on us, that they would violate our freedoms in ways that we would only think was in the nature of governments to do.
Freedom Should Not Be About Race
by Hébert Logerie
All of us should know by now that there’s one race:
The Human Race. Narcissism and nepotism
Are destroying the very febrile fibers of our society
Greed and narrow-mindedness, at an increasing space
Are eroding our soil like mites devouring the mechanism
Of our ingenuity. This is odious. What a sad and sorry pity!
Freedom is about being at liberty to do things on our own
Freedom is about being in control of our destiny
Freedom is about using our God-given talent to be
And to do whatever inspires us at dust, at dawn
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
by Hébert Logerie
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians
Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland
It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments
And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents
Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants
Migrants, like all of us, are simply seeking a better life on a different land
......
A Pretty Girl with a Witty Mind/ A Witty Girl with a Lovely Face
by Kiyana Tavakolizadeh
Once was a girl who had a lovely face
With deep blue ocean eyes, shined as sapphire
And lips crimson red, as blossoming tulips
And rosy cheeks that charmed a whole Empire
The girl was known for her bewitching beauty
Petite as roses, striking like a statue
Blessed with wit and ace acuity
Little was known of, by ones attached to
......
It had to be said.
by Khushi Malhotra
Today you’ll be the listener and we’ll be the voice
Conveying this message from us to you,
Around us, there’s so much unnecessary noise
Suffering everyday, yet we don’t know what to do
Why does this still happen every single day?
That we’re pushed down every time we stand
Why even bother celebrating women’s day?
When you just intend to sell us away by a piece of land
......
