Race & Ethnicity

Does race matter to anyone? Does race effect judgment? How does race and ethnicity affect your life? Why do people judge so much by race? Well it states in the constitution that everyone has the right to have their own beliefs and faith. In addition, the Declaration of Independence states that “all men are created equally.” If this statement is true why do people respond, act, or get ridiculed by their race or ethnicity. I have had experiences were people have through racism at my feet just because I am multi racial.Now that I look back, there was a time that an older white man stop his young child from playing with me. That was the time that I sat beside my sister with her history book, waiting in the dentist waiting room, and learned why such an act was committed.

We recycle hate over and over again causing more on just hatred between different races, but creating race on race crime. Hate is a strong word that is used allot without knowing the true meaning. “Hate is intense hostility aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury” – defined on Merriam Webster Online Search. They also state that “extreme hate or antipathy”. Having different types of race is a beautiful thing. Why don’t we appreciate it, embrace it? Many people are raised this way, many people are ignorant, or people lack something in the development of a peaceful mind. As they say “if people where the same, life will be boring!”

Your color is just the pigment of your skin.
Your ethnicity is based upon your background/history.
Your racism is a sign of your ignorance to society.

No More!

No more will I fight over things I don’t need
No more shall I complain
Do be better and grow another seed
Making matters worse is insane

No more should I put down others
No more shall I say harmful words
Because you are brother
We just like birds
(We flock together)

No more can I raise my fist
And press it against your face
We walk through the mist
Of human race

No longer should we give up
No more can we hang our heads low
We must cup
(Success)
And keep believing for show


No more will we make matters worse
No more can we engage in stress
Pulling more money more and more money from our purse
The world should not be in debt
And mess

No more shall we lie
No more shall we stretch the truth
No matter what you say people will still die
Not knowing the truth today

No more, No longer shall I keep this poem going
Because no matter what
No matter what I say
The love may not still be flowing

But never the less
Change some of your ways
Because n more shall you stay the same!

Changing

Turning from a child to a young lady,

a young lady to a woman.

Changing my beliefs, looks,

and where I stand.

Changing from a boy to a man,

high voice to a deeper voice.

Growing taller

and smarter.

Starting from a seed to a flower,

From the water it received.

Branching out,

Growing strong roots indeed.

From a cub

to a bear

From a chick

to a chicken

From a kitten

to a cat

From a baby

to a woman/man

Rain, Rain, Go Away...

Outside, above the trees, beyond the dead grass, and in a huge old white house lived a very joyful girl. She skipped and hopped in her yellow flowered dress. Her smile would stretch across her face meeting her dimples and her forehead would shine when the sun hit her as well as her eyes would turn a light brown. When it rained which it rarely did her face would slouch and press against the window with disappointment because she couldn't enjoy the moment of being outside.

Normally when it rained, something would make her sad. That very day her dog Peanut died. She had no brothers no sisters and Peanut was the only thing that kept her comforted. The death of her K9 showed such pain on the outside her parents couldn't help it but feel it to. Her ill mother decided to buy her a cat. She named the big fur ball, that was gray with black stripes Mr. Skip.

Mr. Skip walked funny, he wasn't injured, he wasn't hurt, he just walked very unusual. The girl would smile every time she called for him. She welcomed Mr. Skip and his strange behavior with open arms as well as her parents (or at least she thought). One time her father was going to work and Mr. Skip hopped into his arms the father dropped the cat with no hesitation. The girl cryed her self to sleep at the same time rain drops gently touched the window one by one.

When ever it rained she was sad when ever it stayed sunny she would enjoy the time if her life. As soon as every inch of water dried up and it was sunny again her and Mr. Skip played all day. Then a drop of water hit her face and her cheeks fell the excitement was gone. The cat stood still didn't run away at all even though it poured constant rain. The girl let the rain soak her in disappointment but the cat stood still.

Her father ran outside with tears down his face holding her mother in his arms. The mother was pale in a white night gown. The father fell down to his knees screaming out "Why!!Why!!Why her out of all people! Why her!". The rain took over and fell harder but still bounced off there skin. The girl sat down not understanding but knowing her father was crying which rarely happens, it questioned her sanity. As she sat there the cat ran up to her and licked her gently. Mr. Skip turned her frown upside down and he tugged her to play and she did. The father stop crying, the rain stooped falling, and the mother gave breathe again.

He Sits and Waits

All day long he would sit and wait for who knows what? He makes no expression and his face is still. Regardless o something joyful happening his rough cheeks never rise. Time after time he would dose off unto a sleep. Constantly watching his old westerns on a bigger color screen which he never saw back in his time. However, the good sound from the TV roars in his ears filled with gray hair.

When he is offered help he refuses and insults those he doesn't know. His family struggles trying to help him gain back his independence but he just wont let it happen. He whines. They sign. He yells "NO!" They say calmly "fine". He pulls the last straw and they give up.

Luckily that time has not come. The family always wish that one day he would get a big slap on his gray unshaven bearded face, that he needs to let people help him. His mentality may be that just as I have taken care of my children they must take care of me. Till this day he still sits in that wheel chair, lip hanging, slow unclear talking, and weak limbs watching the same Westerns over and over again.

There but not here

She is there but not here...
her presence disappears.
However, when she is here,
she's truely not.
She has biusness to take care of,
things to do.
So mcuh going on
the last thought is on you!

I try not to believe
that she forgets about me.
She has a duty to fufill
as well as I,
but bigger, her duty is to take care of a flock.
Her sheep,
and she is the shepherd.

I understand I have to let her go at times,
but why does it seem like all the time!
Why, why, why!!!
I try not to seem selfish,
because I want her to myself,
but isnt that the title she choose
when she gave birth!
Not only to one,
but to three.

The competition for her attention,
is not mention
in the daughter description!