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# Posté le dimanche 03 juin 2007 11:42

racisme

racisme

Ton scooter est japonais.
Ta pizza est italienne
et ton couscous algérien.
Ta démocratie est grecque.
Ton café est brésilien.
Ta montre est suisse.
Ta chemise est hawaiienne.
Ton baladeur est coréen.
Tes vacances sont turques,
tunisiennes ou marocaines.
Tes chiffres sont arabes.
Ton écriture est latine.
Ton Christ est juif.
...
Et tu reproches à ton voisin d'être un étranger!?

Quand je suis né, j'étais noir.
Quand j'ai grandi, j'étais noir.
Quand j'ai peur, je suis noir.
Quand je vais au soleil, je suis noir.
Quand je suis malade, je suis noir.
Tandis que toi 'homme blanc',
quand tu es né, tu étais rose,
quand tu a s grandi, tu est devenu blanc,
quand tu vas au soleil, tu deviens rouge,
quand tu as froid, tu deviens bleu,
quand tu as peur, tu deviens vert,
quand tu es malade, tu deviens jaune,
et après ça tu as le toupet de m'appeler 'homme de couleur' ?

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# Posté le lundi 28 mai 2007 06:37

une fillette

une fillette

J'ai 3 ans
Mes yeux sont enflés
je ne peux pas voir,
Je dois être bête
Je dois être méchante,

Quoi d'autre aurait pu mettre
Mon père dans un tel état?
Je souhaiterais être meilleure
Je souhaiterais être moins moche

Alors peut-être que ma mère
Voudrais toujours me faire des calins.

Je ne peux pas parler
Je ne peux pas faire de bétises
Sinon je suis enfermée
Toute la journée.

Quand je me réveille je suis toute seule
La maison est noire
Mes parents ne sont pas chez moi
Quand ma mère vient
J'essaye d'etre gentille,
Sinon j'aurais peut etre
Un coup de fouet ce soir.

Ne fait pas de bruit!
Je viens juste d'entendre une voiture
Mon père revient
Du bar de Charlie.
Je l'entends jurer
Il m'appelle

Je me sers contre le mur.
J'essaye de me cacher
De ses yeux démoniaques
J'ai tellement peur maintenant
Je commence à pleurer.

Il me trouve en train de pleurer
Il me lance des mots méchants,
Il dit que c'est de ma faute
Qu'il souffre au travail.

Il me claque et me tape
Et me crie dessus encore plus,
Je me libère enfin
Et je cours jusqu'à la porte.
Il l'a déjà fermé

Je me mets en boule,
Il me prend et me lance contre le mur.
Je tombe par terre
Avec mes os presque cassés,
Et ma journée continue

Avec des méchancetés dites...
"Je suis désolé !", je crie
Mais c'est déjà bcp trop tard
Son visage a tourné
Dans une haine inimaginable.

Le mal et les blessures
Encore et encore

Mon dieu s'il te plait, aie pitié!
Fais que ca s'arrête s'il te plait!
Et enfin il arrête et va vers la porte,

Pendant que je suis allongée,
Immobile par terre.

Mon nom est Sarah
J'ai 3 ans,
Ce soir mon père m'a tué.

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# Posté le lundi 28 mai 2007 06:32

sim

sim

voila c mon cheri en pleine extension!!!
tu dechir jtm pqt

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# Posté le dimanche 27 mai 2007 16:45

Modifié le dimanche 27 mai 2007 16:55

ouss

ouss

voila c oussama, t tro tigen
jtm tro for, tu dechir tou!!

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# Posté le dimanche 27 mai 2007 16:40