Don't hate me, because I am white. Don't hate me, because of my skin color. Hate me,  for my actions. But don't hate me, for the way I look.  Judge for me for my disposition, not for my complexion. Our society,  is filled with lots inequality.  Be sure it's about personality,  instead of inequality.  Don't be the one to practice  segregation and discrimination.  Be the one to practice  a celebration of life.  All men are created equal

Poems and artwork by: Nicole B. Erin R. Amanda B. April S.

Some people kill just for the thrill
Some people have hate in their will
Their souls are twisted, their conscience gone
The families of the deceased do not hate
The one who decided their child's fate
In this time of chaos and war
We must be more careful than before
Parents must show love at an early age
So these kids won't grow up filled with rage

In my young age
I can not honestly say
I  have the answers to all the madness.
However, I can ask everyone to pray
for the people with hateful hearts,
and show love to friends, family,
and especially enemies.

Steve G.

It is hurt
It is crime
All in a short
Matter of time
It is fearful
It is deadly
Not a sweet
Sound of melody
Why don't they listen
Why don't they care
It is not their lives
That take the scare
Live it up
Stop the hate
Before it is the day
That's too late

Chas S.
 
 

Untitled

The world is a rainbow can't you see
Everyone is just like you and me
The only difference is the color of our skin
Can't you just take the time to look within?

God made us all and must have done right
Even though some may fight
We know it is not right but we do it anyway
We are just throwing precious time away

We don't even know them, we do not even try
That always makes me seem to cry
I don't understand why we can not join together
And make this world a little better

                        Amanda L.
 
 
 

"To Judge or Not to Judge?"

Who are you to judge me, you better do it right
If you spread the false hoods, we are gonna have a fight

Who are you to judge me, you think you are better then the rest
When in reality you are just a low self-esteem pest

You do not even know anything about me
What's on the outside is all you care to see

You always judge me on the outside appearance alone
You do not know how much you hurt me, and how you make my heart moan

Before you begin to pick me apart
Why don't you look inside your heart

Do you really dislike me for being me
Or are you upset with the type of person you tend to be

                                        Nickole S.
 
 

Equality at Last?

It started long ago, when we could finally say
We are all equal in more then one way
This world was once divided black vs. white
The blacks believed different, and used their power to fight
Then at last it came to be by a man named King
For everyone to be equal, let freedom ring
Throughout history and present day, we have been at war with another race
Can't we all just get along, and make this world a better place
Sometimes this world seems fake, a hypocrisy
Americans value their true government, known as democracy
I think it is time to break all the rules
To live each day at peace, instead of like prejudice fools

                                    Nicole S.

A Poem

Hate stops people right in their tracks.
Hate kills.
And that is a fact.

We can stop hate one by one.
And with just a simple smile,
We could maybe stop one from a gun.

These things happen everyday.
So love each other,
In every possible way.

Kelly A. and Megan V.
 
 

"Still I Rise"

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
Cause I walk like I have got oil well
pumping my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of fides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I Rise Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hand.
Cause I laugh like I've got gold wines.
Digging in my own backyard.
You may shot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hate fulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise?
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meetings of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history shame I rise up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave
I rise
I rise
I rise

Maya Angelou

This poem tells me some things . It tells me that you can put someone down and discriminate someone, but that person has confidence and won't let it bother them. Maya Angelou has written many poems, stories, and other things about types of discrimination. I feel she is really involved with the discrimination. I feel she is really involved with the discrimination subject and it effects her in some ways illustrated through her poems. If as many people were involved like Maya Angelou is in the discrimination subject, I think discrimination altogether would not be an issue with people.

David H.

Hate Crimes

Katherine M.
 

Victimized

Putting on a brave face
So no one would see
The anger, the bitterness,
And the fear taking over me

In no time at all
The body and soul were two
The soul floating far away
The body burning before you

Beyond the fire, beyond the pain
Death had taken me
To a place more beautiful
Than any I did see

Breanna S.

War

So?

"Why are we fighting?" said he
Who stood to the left of me "For our country, whom we've paid dearly
Do you now see clearly"
Said the man
Second in command
Then was heard a war cry
And sounds of battle filled the sky
The battle lasted not long
Those who survived weren't very strong
"What have we now?", said he with a sigh
"Honor", said I

Breanna S.

Hate

This word is so painfully strong,
Why can't we all just get along
Every single day in the papers, on tv,
Someone is dead; could have been you or me
The world has become such a violent place,
Now it's all no meaning, we are still all the same,
But many cowardly people play the hate crime game.
A black man in Texas lay dead because of this,
He is in our thoughts and prayers and surely will be missed,
This terror needs to stop, this hatred needs to end,
Peace needs to be brought out, the world we shall mend.

Lindsey I. and Stacy M.
 
 

               Bob

There once was a guy named Bob
He was quite unable to find a good job
Bob got on the Internet one day
"Wow! These hate groups have a lot to say!"
He agreed with what they were thinking
Bob met up with some similar group and went out drinking
All the of a sudden, he began to feel a lot of hate
The guys and him beat up two black people on a date
He felt real proud of what he had done
So he went out the next day for some more "fun"
Unfortunately for Bob the tables had turned
He said messed up stuff and got burned
Another guy came along
And thought Bob was all wrong
Bob got beat up pretty darn bad
The thing to him seems so sad
He got taught the error of his ways
That was the end of his bad days

                    Amanda N.
                    Virginia M.
 

                " Bob "

There once was a guy named Bob
He was quite unable to find a good job
Bob got on the Internet one day
"Wow! These hate groups have a lot to say!"
He agreed with what they were thinking
Bob met up with some similar group and went out drinking
All the of a sudden, he began to feel a lot of hate
The guys and him beat up two black people on a date
He felt real proud of what he had done
So he went out the next day for some more "fun"
Unfortunately for Bob the tables had turned
He said messed up stuff and got burned
Another guy came along
And thought Bob was all wrong
Bob got beat up pretty darn bad
The thing to him seems so sad
He got taught the error of his ways
That was the end of his bad days

                    Amanda N.
                    Virginia M.