if anybody has a poem that particularly signifies racism or discusses growing up, i would be really grateful. thanks, heather

Growth
by Ernest Dowson

I watched the glory of her childhood change,
Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew,
(Loved long ago in lily-time),
Become a maid, mysterious and strange,
With fair, pure eyes - dear eyes, but not the eyes I knew
Of old, in the olden time!

Till on my doubting soul the ancient good
Of her dear childhood in the new disguise
Dawned, and I hastened to adore
The glory of her waking maidenhead,
And found the old tenderness within her deepening eyes,
But kinder than before.

Grown- Up Talk
by Katherine Mansfield

Half-Past-Six and I were talking
In a very grown-up way;
We had got so tired with running
That we did not want to play.

"How do babies come, I wonder,"
He said, looking at the sky,
"Does God mix the things together
An' just make it-like a pie?"

I was really not quite certain,
But it sounded very nice;
It was all that we could think of,
Besides a book said "sugar and spice."

Half-Past-Six said--He's so clever--
Cleverer than me, I mean...
"I suppose God makes the black ones
When the saucepan isn't clean."

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

We're doin a project for school and I was wondering if you had any poems that were dealin with racism or had anything to do with the theme of to kill a mockingbird. It has to be by a well-known author not by like some unknown kid but I would greatly appreciate if you could help me. Thank you sooo much!!

Kelsey, this one might apply:

Debt, The
by Paul Laurence Dunbar

This is the debt I pay
Just for one riotous day,
Years of regret and grief,
Sorrow without relief.

Pay it I will to the end --
Until the grave, my friend,
Gives me a true release --
Gives me the clasp of peace.

Slight was the thing I bought,
Small was the debt I thought,
Poor was the loan at best --
God! but the interest!

Les

check out poems by AI

Lisa

Artificial Intelligence?

I know this topic's a bit old but you (or someone else!?) might want to do some research on George Elliot Clarke. He has a collection of poems that discusses racism and the execution of his cousins for the murder of a cab driver. The collection is called "Execution Poems" and they are quite brutal but are therefore poignant. He is lecturing at the University of Toronto at the moment.

Here's a sample of Clarke's work from the Danforth Review:

[collection.nlc-bnc.ca]


Les

NO Hugh silly

the poet AI


Lisa

Ah, Florence Anthony. I geddit now.

[www.english.uiuc.edu]

There's always Countee Cullen-

Incident
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

pam

Look for the poem / song Strange Fruit. I use it when I teach Mockingbird.

[www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk]

i really need a poem about a theme in the book like about the mockingbird

i was looking for peoms that tie in with the harlem reniassance or the effects of it

Nichole, go here:

[www.nku.edu]


Les

The truth
by: Sonya Chagas


he sees you there
just sitting there
with all your dreams around you.
he picks at them and throws them out
and yells, "there's nothing that you can do!"
he runs away,
but you're still there
thinking over what he said,
then passes by a little girl
you say hello, she turns her head.
you let it go,
forgetting it,
and on that bench again you sit,
until you see your neighbour there,
you start to talk but he doesn't care.
you continue at it, to no result.
you start to think it's all your fault.
until appears an unknown figure.
he passes you and calls you ,"Nigger!"
you think the world is out against you
but then you know it can't be true.
it's just those very few,
who really just don't have a clue.

The truth
by: Sonya Chagas


he sees you there
just sitting there
with all your dreams around you.
he picks at them and throws them out
and yells, "there's nothing that you can do!"
he runs away,
but you're still there
thinking over what he said,
then passes by a little girl
you say hello, she turns her head.
you let it go,
forgetting it,
and on that bench again you sit,
until you see your neighbour there,
you start to talk but he doesn't care.
you continue at it, to no result.
you start to think it's all your fault.
until appears an unknown figure.
he passes you and calls you ,"Nigger!"
you think the world is out against you
but then you know it can't be true.
it's just those very few,
who really just don't have a clue.

does anyone know of any poems on the theme of racism by a canonical poet?

What's a canonical poet?

canonical // adj. & n.
adj.
1 a according to or ordered by canon law. b included in the canon of Scripture.
2 authoritative, standard, accepted.
3 of a cathedral chapter or a member of it.
4 Mus. in canon form.
n. (in pl.) the canonical dress of the clergy.
canonically adv.
[medieval Latin canonicalis (as canonic)]
COD

I assume you mean the second there, but I still don't see how you decide who is included.

Yeah, the only two who come immediately to mind when I think of canonical poet are George Herbert and John Donne. Finding racism from those two would be tough. Donne could be cited for sexism, sure.

[eir.library.utoronto.ca]

Maybe William Blake could be included as a canonical poet?

[eir.library.utoronto.ca]

Listen up you all to what i have to say-
cuz it's what's going round this world today.
People talk about each other cause they ain't the same
so they criticize each other, what a crying shame.

Now things have gotten worse
People starting to fight
Everybody doing wrong
ain't nobody right

)I remember the lines of this poem during the ebonics debates so I can use it with my poetry club. I am looking for the ending this poem, or something similar or I know I can create my own ending, but am interested in hearing from my young brothers and sistuhs! What?

Listen up you all to what i have to say-
cuz it's what's going round this world today.
People talk about each other cause they ain't the same
so they criticize each other, what a crying shame.

Now things have gotten worse
People starting to fight
Everybody doing wrong
ain't nobody right

)I remember the lines of this poem during the ebonics debates so I can use it with my poetry club. I am looking for the ending this poem, or something similar or I know I can create my own ending, but am interested in hearing from my young brothers and sistuhs! What?

Still I Rise
---Maya Angelou

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've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll 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 hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
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 meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's 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.

didnt read any other replies, not sure if this was mentioned. but ive read some of phillis wheatley's stuff and i know that in one poem ("on coming from africa to america" or along those lines) she mentions how whites look down on the african race. hope it helps

I'm doing an assignment on to kill a mockingbird and i need either a poem or something like that, that relates to either racism or racial discrimination please help!

hey..i also need a poem/song that shares ne of the themes with to kill a mockingbird and i have to show 4 concepts that the poem and the book have in common.. ne ideas? Thanks!

Hi kelsey.
This poem is by Maya Angelou. Both of them. Their one of my favorites. (Maya Angelou is a famous poet)

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've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll 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 hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
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 meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's 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.




Equality

You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and making time.
You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man,
but if I'm just a shadow to you,
could you ever understand?
We have lived a painful history,
we know the shameful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess you've heard me crying,
and admit you've seen my tears.
Hear the tempo so compelling,
hear the blood throb through my veins.
Yes, my drums are beating nightly,
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

Hey ppl..... I love these poems on this page!!! these really touch me deeply.

Hey all this stuff is great, but i need a book, film, song, and quote for my project on To Kill a Mockingbird. If someone could help me get them it would be so great. Thanx

P.S. if you have any ideas about tolerence mediums. That would be apriciated as well.

Hey all this stuff is great, but i need a book, film, song, and quote about raceism or tolerenc for my project on To Kill a Mockingbird. If someone could help me get them it would be so great.

Thanx

How about "Gunga Din" by Rudyard Kipling as a poem?
You can find it here:-
[www.emule.com]

can ne1 think of 5 ways i can relate the Truth poem by Sonya Chagas to a theme in "TKAM" ?

Madison, think along these lines:

1. Taunts
2. Racism
3. Personal resolve
4. Hope
5. Commonality/humanity

Les

thanks so much for the help les.. but i'm having a little trouble with the commonality/ humanity in both...and trying to relate the personal resolve to the story... thank u so much for the help!

well.. i've actually figure out the communality and the personal resolve now.. but i cant find a qoute or something from the book to prove hope and the concept of taunts...

Perhaps this defintion will help:

[www.onelook.com]


Les

alrighty.. but do u think... "If u had been on that jury, son, and eleven other boys like you, tom would be a free man."-Atticus .... would that be good to use for the concept of hope? like hope for the future of mankind?

Sure, if you gave the boy's background and upbringing, which would predispose his being fair toward the accused man.


Les

.. i'm having trouble finding a particular quote in the novel to prove communality... ne ideas? thanks again!

There are some good ones here:

[tinyurl.com]


Les

yo

The world doesn't spin to the beat of one drum
What may be good for you may not be good for some
You take the good, you take the bad
and now you have: my opening statement.
Sit Ubu Sit... good dog.

ok people r always talkin **** on me...so i wandered if u could do a short poem bout this problem???????

ok people r always talkin bad stuff on me...so i wandered if u could do a short poem bout this problem???????

Late Knowledge
by Amanda Jenkins


Raised to myself be true,
I began to live the dream I drew.
Many thoughts I had conceived,
Brought me to fight for what I believed
Was right to stand,
Making myself feel grand.
I put myself on a pedestal
And thought I did rule.
Instead, others called me cruel
Making me out to be a ghoul.
That is when I realized
The life that I had idealized
Did not make me strong,
But proved me to be wrong.
Words said were meant to discriminate,
But this knowledge came too late.
For many a mind I had coyed,
And many more lives I had destroyed.
Discrimination is not based on race
As many people believe to be the case.
Do not judge one
By what he has done.
Instead take a stand
And prove you want to share the land.
Now I have learned
A lesson we all have yearned:
By throwing words sharp as knives,
I have ruined many valuable lives.
Now is the time
To flip a dime.
Heads ~ I will follow a new trend.
Tails ~ I will make a new end.
I will choose tails
In order to keep my life's train on the rails.
People's personalities range,
While anyone can change.
I have learned my lesson and done so well,
So, now I will live to tell
The story of how
Discrimination will kill the now.

HEY peeps .... if you have any poems on racisims send it to me please.... id really apppreciate it thank you

Help! I need some poems that deal with social justice issues/discrimination that use different poetic devices (metaphors, alliteration) etc.) for an essay. Any suggestions?

when your sick your green
when your hot your red
when your cold your blue
when your bruised your purple
when your dead your white

when im sick im black
when im hot im black
when im cold im black
when im bruised im black
when im dead im black

so, who is coloured here?

WHEN YOUR BLACK
YOUR FELIX THE CAT
WHEN YOUR WHITE
YOUR AS BRUGHT AS THE LIGHT
WHEN YOUR SICK
YOU LIKE TO LICK
AND WHEN YOUR COLD
YOU START TO GET BOLD
BE YOURSELF DNT CARE WHAT OTHERS SAY
JUST BE GOOD AND REMEMBER TO ALWAYS PRAY
BECAUSE JESUS IS ALWAYS HERE TO STAY

you're. not your.

anyone have any poems on racism/aboriginal by famous poets in the past? thx

Not exactly about racism, but one about the effect of white fella culture on the Australian Aboriginal way of life:

'No More Boomerang' by Oodgeroo Noonuccal (1920-1993)

[tinyurl.com]

At the time she wrote it, she was known as Kath Walker.

Racism

Racism can help or hurt you. When someone is racist you can be racist back, fight or do other things. That makes you just as low as them, or you can feed off of it to keep the fire of ambition burning inside you. You can be violent or curse but that just shows ignorance on youre behalf, or you can turn tragedy to triumph. dont let it keep you down