Humorous and funny Racism poems and/or funny poems about Racism. Read, share, and enjoy these hilarious Racism funny poems!
Written by
Alex Klugman
Categories:
funny, racism,
I Do Not Like Racism In Any Form At All
I do not like racism in any form at all,
It is a shame, it is complete disgrace!
And I declare this from the depth of soul,
As a respected member of the highest race.
Written by
Randy Johnson
Categories:
funny, hair, humor, racism,
Racist Barber
You won't believe what I went through when I went to a black man's barbershop.
He was a racist jerk and when I left, I called the cops.
He forcibly strapped me in his barber chair.
Then that punk shaved off all of my hair.
As I looked at my bald head in the mirror, he laughed at me.
He laughed and said that I deserved it because I'm a Honkey.
But he stopped laughing when the cops slapped on the cuffs.
He said that he didn't want to go to jail and I said "Tough!"
(This is a fictional poem.)
Written by
Solomon Ochwo-Oburu
Categories:
humor, race, racism,
When a Black Man Is Right
Becomes browner
White man, whiter
Colored, a rainbow
Written by
Rev. Gerald Dillenbeck
Categories:
celebration, community, funeral, humor, power, racism
Anticlimate Cabinetry
Community organizers
and multiculturing regenerators
and organic whole food farmers
all agree
we tend to end up
back to where historically empowered nutritional voices
start.
Look at all these old white men
in their predominantly red meat patriarchal ties.
Is this a cabinet
made of polyculturing organic containers
for regenerate multicultural growth?
Or a funeral
for the not too soon departing
all WhiteHouse?
(but I have too much to declare)
Written by
Vladimir Tumanov
Categories:
humor, humorous, irony, nostalgia, political, racism
Great Old Days
In the good old days, good people sorted
all the folks into “us" and the sordid.
The American state
was apparently “great.”
But what "great" means is poorly reported.
Written by
Rev. Gerald Dillenbeck
Categories:
health, humor, integrity, political, racism, seasons
Tao of Sacred Spaces
Tao of the CosmicCrack
crotched between
Great White Father's
monotheistic Pole
and silently suppressed
polycultural BlackHole
Now ecocidally remembering
what EarthGoddess has brought together
no straight white privileged patrimony
could healthily
or safely part
Like baptismal waters
of RedBlue blooded Seas
and weaponized seasons
of penetrating drought,
wrenching reasons
for dicked-down drenching doubt.
Written by
Seipati Misapitso
Categories:
abuse, chicago, humorous, inspirational, poems, racism,
An Open Letter, from Red Earth to Paper
This is not a call to polish perfect rhymes
for quiet shelves in softly lighted rooms.
Take up your pen to map the fault lines,
where silent injustice shakes and booms.
Do not just sing of doves and olive trees,
but of the root that cracks the prison stone.
Write the plea that rides the stubborn breeze,
and turns a whispered truth to common tone.
For every ledger listing war's grim cost,
write one clear line that grief cannot erase.
Be the first, defiant green of frost,
the quiet anger shaping a kind face.
We are the scribes of heartbeats, not just years,
the gardeners of hope in fields of fears.