Poets against Racism









On 29th of July I have been  invited to take part in a great event: “No To Racism, Support Refugees Fundraiser”.  Organized by Nottingham Stand Up To Racism, the event raised  awareness of anti racism, Islamophobia issues around refugees and raised  money in support of these campaigns. It was such a great time while I enjoyed playing music and poetry reading by some local artists. I salute this amazing initiative and I wish to continue the projects as is one of the art meaning to rise awareness against any kind of racism in our society.

Racism is a universal  phenomenon and  is influenced by  political, historical, social, and economic factors. It could appear in  different forms in a wide range of  contexts. Racist attitudes and beliefs are misconceptions about people based on concluded racial lines and are often built  on the fear of  the difference. It may include differences in  values, religion, physical appearance, ways of living and perceiving the world. Racism could be a result of a multiplex interplay of individual attitudes, social values and institutional practices. It could be  expressed in the actions of individuals and institutions and could be  developed  in the ideology of popular culture.  Racism devalues  people’s identities and dehumanizes   them. Racism destroys the communities’ connection and generates division in society.

Poetry as a great form of art could serve for the healing of  racism’s scars, by showing to the universality that racism is absurd,  by reminding the omnipresent truth that we all are the same race. Poetry could share the desire of being treated with respect as individuals.



You declare you see me dimly 
through a glass which will not shine, 
though I stand before you boldly, 
trim in rank and marking 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 in 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.

Maya Angelou