Adult Bulletin Category
Poems
To submit a poem with the theme of being biracial
with
a white appearance, press
Adult Bulletin Category
Poems
To submit a poem with the theme of being biracial
with
a white appearance, press
1/4th Black and 3/4ths White Looking here and there is my plight Appearing as if an ambiguous individual to you For I’m a real person so don’t I count too? I try to disguise myself when need be I can’t do it long you’ll see the real me The Dark Continent is always inside It’s shown in my actions, my heart every time An old secret in this country called “passing for White” Believe me it’s not all it seems and it gives no additional rights It’s not easy being told stay in your place When you’re caught up in this cat and mouse game of race I wanted you to see what this is all about A life filled with drama, confusion, and a life full of doubt History shuns us and throws us in a pile With the other Negroes that was their style Many stories about us in history were told Before we knew it our souls were sold “$550 fer this is one it look White” Massa only wanted us in his room in the night Now here we are in 2001 Don’t remind me of how much closer we have not come Society could never understand people like we This is a short story of a Quadroon can’t you see
"Dye your hair blond" Said my mother....... "No" I said. "Well" She said........"If you want a difficult life?" Let me be who I am why do I always have to pretend.........around the Polish people they think I`m English.. And in a way I am........... I`m me.......... The Turkish people think I`m Turkish..........that I look like those on the Southern border. I do but I`m me......... I can`t identify with their culture and feel like a doll...not me.......... The English ask where I am from.......... If I tell the truth they frown and treat me as an alien............ If I listen to my mother and say I am half Polish and half Welsh........ They treat me as a foreign doll........... When I tell them who I am.......... They nearly have a heart attack............. And treat me as though I have some kind of disorder........... Why don`t accept me as me if I tell them who I am........
Izunia Evans
Rejection....................
Today I was rejected by the masses, But they are only minorities like you and me, Holding collective hands of objectivism and curiousity, Who am I? Where did I come from? And where am I going?
The subconscious cultural question to try to destroy the soul, Everyone is free to be sujectively enlightened, My mother is Polish, My father is Turkish or perhaps Kurdish, No-one knows........... They changed my name when I was adopted, It now seems Welsh, My character is Welsh and Polish, I look Turkish, Some people say Chinese, But I am Me,
Where I come from and where I go are my own dreams, My own dreams, They can not walk the path for me, They can not judge me, For they are individuals just like you and me.
Izunia Evans
Just desserts
I don't deserve to be loved I don't deserve to have someone attracted to me I don't deserve any of the perks of being a strong black independent smart, beautiful woman
Why? Because I'm lightskinned yeah I know how you feel you know why? cause you tell me all the time you tell me and everyone else that the only reason why anyone would or could or should ever like me is because I'm lightskinned
not cause my IQ surpasses a genious level not because I can tell a hell of a good joke or keep a secret and love ... just like you love ... maybe even better
cause I want to be loved, yet I'm ignored
Yes. I'm ignored. the real me, the true me. All you see is a lightskinned chick with long curly hair.
And no, my daddy ain't just white or puerto rican east indian or asian He's half black and half white Is that alright?
I'm Black dammit! Acknowledge me!!! I was born to the same generation as you I was rasied in the same neighborhood as you I learned what you learned in the same class rooms in the same schools
And yeah, I'm pretty, so what...
would some men like me less if I were dark as night sure
I'm not stupid
But would you respect me more if we were blind?
You want a girl thats light skinned, and thats fine.
You want a girl who's mahogany toned, and thats fine.
You want a girl who's dark as chocolate and thats fine.
You want a white girl and that's fine.
But what you want doesn't make you any better than anyone else. Its WHY you want it. Personally I like a light skinned brother, why? I don't know... but why should I have to explain it?
why should you have to explain liking me to anyone but me? why should I be deprived of respect simply because I'm as light as my white friends?
you'll never know the racism I'm shown you'll never feel the eyes of your loved one's looking at you funny cause they think you think you're better than them because of the color of your skin...
well you know what? I am better. I'm better because I didn't prejudge you. I'm better because I respect people like I want to be respected. I'm better because in spite of whatever injustice you show me... I am still just so
and I will always be just so and I will always believe in justice and equality and unity
not only because of and not only in spite of
but because we need each other so acknowledge me
and maybe we'll all get what we deserve
maybe we'll all get to be happy.....
----h.n.b.
Cross
My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well.
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?
Langston Hughes
One piece of the puzzle, but the piece doesn`t fit. People always wondering "What box is it from?" "If we paint it a lighter color and force it in place with all of their might, No one will know the difference." They`ll make that piece fit in right.
One piece of the puzzle, but the puzzle doesn`t match. Too many sharp edges, not enough smooth curves. Too much blue in a sea of red and white. Always half missing, not enough to fill the space. "It didn`t come with the box. Just set it aside." They won`t let this piece fit in right.
One piece of the puzzle, left forgotten on the floor. Picked up by too many hands, The edges worn and frayed. Too many tumbles to the floor And stepped on accidentally too many times by too many feet. Somewhere there`s a puzzle with a part missing That needs this piece to be complete.
Author Unknown
I am black and Hispanic Why cant I be me I am black and Hispanic Why cant I be free Each day I am questioned and looked upon as a burden People wonder or think they know all about me Tired of being accused , tired of being asked All I want is the freedom to just be me I am black and Hispanic WHY CAN'T I JUST BE ME?
Half-breed
My father is of one race The colors different in my mom's face Some wish me to pick a side I don't see how I could even try
Sometimes I'm stuck in between Their hatred is all that can be seen What am I going to do There is nothing that I need to prove
Where can I go To get away from it all I do not know But this problem must be solved
Quite a bit hate each other A few could get along together How come we can't all be one Because we are all American
Where can I go to get away from it all I do not know But this problem must be solved
GNPrall
Some Snowflakes.
Some snowflakes laid upon my head And said in a gloomy voice: Your soul is white,your heart is red, Be happy and rejoice.
My soul is white,my heart is red; That's,anyway,in vain. My only hope is to be fed By omnipresent bane.
We were believed to live in peace, Stroll under pure sky... Alas,another life we miss, Another life to die.
This life is like a sheer hell, It's like an empty purse... Some snowflakes from the heaven fell To cover up me curse.
Mixed Identity
Lighter is better or so I've been told 'Cause the darker you are the more you must mold To the ideal of society's beautiful woman With "good" hair and tanned skin kissed by the sun Yes, I'm light but it's hard you see Because I am mixed, people won't let me be me My face is white but my father is black So I feel I must conform for what I lack In color. I have always been me But I have been forced to see That in this world I am black or white I cannot be both despite The fact that I am so light And can easily pass for white I have always stood out With family and friends no doubt And people have made me aware Because they can't help but stare Most people ask me what I am Where others just don't give a damn Around whites what fits in is my face But I feel awkward like I'm out of place I try to fit in with the sistas But they always want to diss us For being lighter in shade They think we've got it made I'm not complaining about my appearance I'd just like a little more acceptance From blacks who see me as only black And whites who think my identity is wack I don't owe anyone an explanation I can handle any situation I can't change the fact that my skin is so light Because I am mixed; both black and white.
the clearing
if I were the wind with reckless need, what shade would this world believe, if I sat in a clearing and screamed, who but my soul would hear me.
in the trees there came the breeze, that carried the scents of all that I believed, and in the clearing in crystal clear dreams, i sat looking at myself from on my knees,. i saw a creature that was born to breathe, to feel, to think,to love ,to grieve.
in the clearing i found my place, it was always there without color or race, but inside where dreams are kept, i listened to the night until at last i wept,