Anti-racism Stories

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

An essay on racism and why Black Lives Matter

The situation for First Nations children is incredibly discriminatory, unfair, unequal, and deeply traumatic. First Nations kids don't get adequate social services, get unequal social services, are sometimes denied healthcare, their schools are underfunded, and kids are being separated from their families. Which is traumatic. Participate in this communal action so that they stop being discriminated against. Read on to find out more.

Emily King is a young preteen girl who got a letter saying she was accepted into the Oldvalley Academy of Magic. While her adopted parents are originally against this, they decided to let her go in hopes that it will turn her against the practice of magic. Upon arrival, she meets Asia Taylor and Grayson Lloyd who, because of her adopted parent's homophobic and racist teachings, she becomes afraid of and tries to avoid. Emily will go on a journey of self discovery as she recovers from her adopted parent's wrong teachings.

What would the world be if they didn't see color? It would be a kind, loving and perfect world. I believe that people of mixed races should be more accepted for who they are and not be judged because they are mixed. Who are you, and where are you from? I am a dandelion blowing in the wind, going with the flow of life. I am from reading books that don't always have happy endings. I am from taking forever to do my natural hair to make it look decent for society. I am from my parent's endless support and love. I am an overthinker who lets my thoughts run my mind. I am from trying my best and never seeing any progress. I am from a family that loves to spend time together. I am from learning the mistakes I've made. Having the knowledge of this changed the aspect of my identity at a young age. My identity does not mean my exterior appearance, yet aims towards my interior self. As a human being, the traits that you have should test how you appear in life, not your race, ethnicity, religion, sexuality, how you look, or even your gender. I think it is sad that people's mindsets are the reason why there is so much hate in the world. When will it end? I do not know. It is as if people have an illness. Their mind has a disease that has spread uncontrollably. The deadly disease is called racism, and the cure is a combination of love and respect for others.

A boy looking through the window of life

*I DO NOT OWN THIS IMAGE. I SAW IT, FELL IN LOVE WITH IT AND THOUGHT IT SUITED PERFECTLY. IF THE OWNER OF THIS IMAGE WANTS ME TO REMOVE IT I WILL GLADLY DO SO* Elice is a seventeen year old girl who is struggling with a lot of stuff. Ever since her mom died two years ago she has suffered from severe depression and suicidal thoughts. Despite the fact that she has two amazing brothers and amazing friends she just can't help but feel like she's drowning in that place. All she wishes is to get away from there. It doesn't harm to wish, does it? I mean, what are the chances she'll actually go away. She's seventeen years old. She has no money and she's still in school. Then one day, she does go away. But not somewhere she expected.

I walked into the building at 9:30 am, I left the building at 3:30 pm. I was a completely different person. I left We day 2017 a completely different person. I was inspired and I still am. I wanted to make a change so I decided to start this book. People may not view it, they may not vote for it, and they may not comment but that doesn't matter because I decided to be WE. In this story I'm going to post things I care about and stories of people who have experienced it. So send me your story and join me in a quest to be WE. (SLOW UPDATES)

It all begins with a ridiculous lie. ... Kalon's life is technically a bed of roses, except for the fact that all the rose petals are withered out and it's just the thorns that remain. Nonetheless, when she meets a certain stranger, spiral out of control as one lie leads to a serious domino effect.

Trigger warnings - there are heavy themes of ICE, violence and discrimination. During one of my seminars at uni I was asked to write a poem about something that makes me angry, and I chose everything that's going on in the world right now (politically). Not only does it make me feel but I hope it personally affects me too. It's a very long, strong and powerfully emotional poem that should tug at any humane person's heart. Every time I read it in my head or allowed I need to take multiple breaths, stutter and often feel the need or do cry. Because this is genuinely how I feel. So if you care about what is going on in the world, especially in the US and UK please give my poem a read I really appreciate it.

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This is a book of poems I have written throughout the years. Some of these poems I've re-written and I thought it would be good to publish them. Almost all of these poems have deep meanings. Some of these poems involve real world problems. Enjoy! ^^

I wonder why people feel like they have the right to ask me about my personal life. I don't know how many times a day I am asked, "Who are you? Where are you from? What are you mixed with?" My replies to those people are, "Why do you care where I'm from? It is your business to know what I am mixed with? How dare you overstep your boundaries and violate my space? Society judges my skin color, my hair, and my exotic features. It does not accept me for being who I am. I often hear, "You are too light to be black" or "You are too dark to be white." They size me up with their eyes of hate as if I asked for their opinion. I don't owe you an explanation. I am not on trial because of my background. I didn't choose my race. I did not ask to be here -- but I am here. I am not ashamed of who I am. You asked me, "Who am I?" The real question is, why are you obsessed with my race? Why is it any of your concern? I am Stella. I am 16 years old, and I am proud of who I am! I am biracial, and I am a human being just like you.

A collection of poems, many including a deeper message within the politics of our imperfect world.

Young Mani wants his father's affection so bad ,he was finally of age to make the deal himself. He decided it was high time he joined his father's so said justice group,which is actually a terrorist group. Just a little slip up and Mani finds himself in the court house deciding his fate,his father did not once visit him in prison but was there for the hearing. when young Mani is betrayed by his father,the person he got in trouble for,all he wants to do was to finish his one year and two months session in jail and kill his damn father. once he gets out,it is a promise. will Mani actually do it,what will be those days on prison like,read 424 days in solitary confinement to find out more.

"Blite? I got this word by adding Black and White and here's a little poetry in contrast with the title of this collection." Collection of some thoughts and poems against racism and racists.

Written on the 29 of October in 2022, for a contest designed to spread awareness on racism in South Africa. The poem stems from experience and the hope that things will get better

Abi is a doctor working for the London Wellbeck Hospital near Oxford street station. A disaster destroys the lives of thousands and society's acceptance and structure crumbles, racism covers the streets and hides us from the rest of the world. Difference becomes less accepted and it's no longer possible to live without fear. Although some remain in the opinion that multiculturalism should be celebrated groups throughout the UK stampede the country with white power knocking down anyone who dares to stand in their way. Inspired by the 7/11 bombings, the Paris bombings, the Brexit campaign, the London riots of 2011, the Syrian refugee crisis, the orlando nightclub shooting and the Saudi Arabia prophets mosque bombing.

Is the world wrong, or is it me?