ManthaKitten• Show poetry

My name is Samantha but i go by Mantha most of the time. im a blonde, and blue eyed chick. i love being who i really am. I havent really wrote much for poems before, but i started to get into because my sister did, so you know, monkey see monkey do. lol



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RACISM IS WRONG!!!

*A black woman walks into a restaurant and orders some food. The waitress, who is white, refuses to serve her, saying she is colored. The woman looked at her and said:

When I was born, I was black.
When I grow up, I'm black.
When I go into the sun, I'm black.
When I'm cold, I'm black.
When I'm scared, I'm black.
When I get sick I'm black.
When I die, I'm still black.

But you,

When you were born, you wre pink.
When you grow up, you're white.
When you go in the sun, you're red.
When your cold, you're blue.
When your scared, you're yellow.
When you get sick, you're green.
And, when you die, you're gray.

And you're calling me colored??

LOST LOVE


To think you know, what is not there,
is to say, you see the air.
To know one’s mind, which is not our’s,
is for he, who made the stars.
We don’t understand, or can not see,
the thoughts of men, we can not be.
Our pain that grows, deep down inside,
we cannot know, for it may hide.
To love one’s soul, as well as heart,
but never know, because they part.
The fear of love, you think is lost,
is always there, at any cost.
It does not slowly, slip away,
but just a game, our minds well play.
What we thought, or may have been,
is not lost, but deep within.
My heart is your’s, for ever more,
in thoughts of you, I can adore.
Time is eternal, and this is true,
my never ending love’s for you!


10-1990
Shawn Handy





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