You see me ubiquitously, but I am not there. I am no different from you, but yet, you perceive me as an annoying rodent or bug. You give me the time; a second, when you decide think of how I am insufficient. You give me grief when I hold my hand out to you; not for your money, but for a chance. You mock me for the way I look; but still, you do not see me. Life has thrown me a curve, but you still look out into left field. You oppress me and my ways of thinking, yet you are not in my shoes. You call me weak, but you just do not know how strong I am, for I am the one who puts his hand out for a chance and has to deal with your ridicule, spitefulness, and your arrogance. You look through me, as if I am not there, but I served and still serve you and yours. Do you really know me?
You see me ubiquitously, but I am not there.
I am no different from you, but yet, you perceive me as an annoying rodent or bug.
You give me the time; a second, when you decide think of how I am insufficient.
You give me grief when I hold my hand out to you; not for your money, but for a chance.
You mock me for the way I look; but still, you do not see me.
Life has thrown me a curve, but you still look out into left field.
You oppress me and my ways of thinking, yet you are not in my shoes.
You call me weak, but you just do not know how strong I am, for I am the one who puts his hand out for a chance and has to deal with your ridicule, spitefulness, and your arrogance.
You look through me, as if I am not there, but I served and still serve you and yours.
Do you really know me?
Such prose...Very deep...all will be well..and yes it is NOT your problem but those who 'dismiss' you only to realize when it's too late. Great poem. Thanks for the perspective. Jolie
Such prose...Very deep...all will be well..and yes it is NOT your problem but those who 'dismiss' you only to realize when it's too late. Great poem. Thanks for the perspective.
Jolie
Powerful prose. This is the kind of message that would make people who are in a dumbdowned slumber wake up, even those whom I call "The Beautiful People," meaning the uppity, the overly trendy, the vainglorious, the bluebloods, etc.
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kgreen63,
Powerful prose. This is the kind of message that would make people who are in a dumbdowned slumber wake up, even those whom I call "The Beautiful People," meaning the uppity, the overly trendy, the vainglorious, the bluebloods, etc.
One problem is that we have allowed white society to cojure words like "colorblind" as a compliment to us who are of color and choose for that part of us to be noticed! It was never our color that was the problem, but the attitude towards that color! I am "color conscious" and it takes nothing out of me to do so. Appreciate my Black/Brown skin for I do not have a languge to go along with it, for it was taken from me, I have no cuisine that you would associate with me that was not given to me by slave masters, so you must then get to know my color. When our African identity was taken, color became the only connection to anything that gave us any dignity. Although tenuous at best, t was all we had. Black power was not a 60's than but a life thing, we needed something to call ourselves that we defined as having dignity! All immigrants had their culture intact, poor or not, there is power in a common langauge and cuisine that is youe own, it builds you up from nothing as a peple not as an individual Oprah or an Obama, but a "People!" Some of the best lyrics I have ever read are from Tina Marie-a white lady from the "hood."
One problem is that we have allowed white society to cojure words like "colorblind" as a compliment to us who are of color and choose for that part of us to be noticed! It was never our color that was the problem, but the attitude towards that color! I am "color conscious" and it takes nothing out of me to do so.
Appreciate my Black/Brown skin for I do not have a languge to go along with it, for it was taken from me, I have no cuisine that you would associate with me that was not given to me by slave masters, so you must then get to know my color.
When our African identity was taken, color became the only connection to anything that gave us any dignity. Although tenuous at best, t was all we had. Black power was not a 60's than but a life thing, we needed something to call ourselves that we defined as having dignity! All immigrants had their culture intact, poor or not, there is power in a common langauge and cuisine that is youe own, it builds you up from nothing as a peple not as an individual Oprah or an Obama, but a "People!"
Some of the best lyrics I have ever read are from Tina Marie-a white lady from the "hood."
it is a very good poem. but sad. i would hope that one understands that it is the others problem and not yours. and I hope that that one person that does not see you does not harm your thoughts and desires to seek another. that would take the time to look with in another and see who you really are. and one must understand that if another does indeed treat you that way it is a sign that they are not deserving of you any way! a person must be valued for who they are inside and how they treat others. but people are not born with blinders on and they do have preference. and what we see may not be the one that is right for us. for we are self may have blinders on as well. I don't know if this is just creative writing at it's best however we all have faults and desires, and our hurts. but that is life and we must move on to a happier place so that another can see the good the happy and the confident, caring person that we are. for most folks are drawn to a happy caring person and a positive attitude. I wish folks would take in consideration that whether you were born pretty ugly or what ever that is not your fault for god made you as you are. and what counts is the soul with in the skin. and that is truly what really counts in the long run. folks look thu others each and every day. and don't understand that that person counts too and is important in the big picture. for I am the only one that can pave my way to haven. if this all makes sense then. things are all good. smile
it is a very good poem. but sad. i would hope that one understands that it is the others problem and not yours. and I hope that that one person that does not see you does not harm your thoughts and desires to seek another. that would take the time to look with in another and see who you really are. and one must understand that if another does indeed treat you that way it is a sign that they are not deserving of you any way! a person must be valued for who they are inside and how they treat others. but people are not born with blinders on and they do have preference. and what we see may not be the one that is right for us. for we are self may have blinders on as well. I don't know if this is just creative writing at it's best however we all have faults and desires, and our hurts. but that is life and we must move on to a happier place so that another can see the good the happy and the confident, caring person that we are. for most folks are drawn to a happy caring person and a positive attitude. I wish folks would take in consideration that whether you were born pretty ugly or what ever that is not your fault for god made you as you are. and what counts is the soul with in the skin. and that is truly what really counts in the long run. folks look thu others each and every day. and don't understand that that person counts too and is important in the big picture. for I am the only one that can pave my way to haven. if this all makes sense then. things are all good. smile
Powerful and your comments I understand more than you know>
As a lesbian woman of color I share much of your experiences>
As a woman of color I understand how difficult it is to be a strong black man and to be appreciated and respected>
White people some of you don't understand what we as people of color have to deal with on a daily basis> The invisible obstacles that we constantly have to jump over and maintain our dignity while we are doing it> We are constantly reminded about our race> I wish I didn't have to think about race as much as I do sometimes.
For some of us race isn't an issue. I love white women I ve been in several long term relationships with them> Ans I son;t care how many dirty looks I get when I'm walking holding hands with the woman I love. It gives me such a rush. it gives me total freedom>
Powerful and your comments I understand more than you know>
As a lesbian woman of color I share much of your experiences>
As a woman of color I understand how difficult it is to be a strong black man and to be appreciated and respected>
White people some of you don't understand what we as people of color have to deal with on a daily basis> The invisible obstacles that we constantly have to jump over and maintain our dignity while we are doing it> We are constantly reminded about our race> I wish I didn't have to think about race as much as I do sometimes.
For some of us race isn't an issue. I love white women
I ve been in several long term relationships with them>
Ans I son;t care how many dirty looks I get when I'm walking holding hands with the woman I love. It gives me such a rush. it gives me
total freedom>
This reminds me of something a teenage boy I know said recently when a girl was complaining about 'boys'. He said, 'You don't see the boy standing next to you because you are looking for something you have conjured inside your head.'
I agreed wholeheartedly with his comment, but do feel with an open attitude like that, it won't take you (or him) long to find someone who truly sees you for the amazing miracle you are!
Beautiful!
This reminds me of something a teenage boy I know said recently when a girl was complaining about 'boys'. He said, 'You don't see the boy standing next to you because you are looking for something you have conjured inside your head.'
I agreed wholeheartedly with his comment, but do feel with an open attitude like that, it won't take you (or him) long to find someone who truly sees you for the amazing miracle you are!
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