Top 100 Poems About: PREJUDICE

In this page, poems on / about “prejudice” are listed.
  • 1.
    I, Too

    I, too, sing America.

    I am the darker brother.
    They send me to eat in the kitchen read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 2.

    My old man's a white old man
    And my old mother's black.
    If ever I cursed my white old man
    I take my curses back. read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 3.
    Beautiful City

    Beautiful city

    Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
    O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal read more »

    Alfred Lord Tennyson
  • 4.

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

    Countee Cullen
  • 5.

    Where is the Jim Crow section
    On this merry-go-round,
    Mister, cause I want to ride?
    Down South where I come from read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 6.
    Cultural Exchange

    In the Quarter of the Negroes
    Where the doors are doors of paper
    Dust of dingy atoms
    Blows a scratchy sound. read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 7.
    Caged Bird

    The free bird leaps
    on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream
    till the current ends read more »

    Maya Angelou
  • 8.
    The Criminal V

    A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

    When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach. read more »

    Khalil Gibran
  • 9.
    Madam And Her Madam

    I worked for a woman,
    She wasn't mean--
    But she had a twelve-room
    House to clean. read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 10.
    Negress In Notre Dame

    When I attended Mass today
    A coloured maid sat down by me,
    And as I watched her kneel and pray,
    Her reverence was good to see. read more »

    Robert William Service
  • 11.
    Still I Rise

    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may tread me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I'll rise. read more »

    Maya Angelou
  • 12.

    Oh when I think of my long-suffering race,
    For weary centuries despised, oppressed,
    Enslaved and lynched, denied a human place
    In the great life line of the Christian West; read more »

    Claude McKay
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